Tiny rituals that keep me grounded (and genuinely happy to be here)

A thought about daily anchors, coffee, and creating beauty in the ordinary

It’s not about being perfect, it’s about being present

Ritual is a big word, but I’ve come to love it for the small things. Not the dramatic, ceremonial kind with incense and chanting, though who knows what I’ll get into one day, but the simple, steady kind that holds a day together with quiet hands.

It’s how I begin my mornings now, not in a rush, not chasing the clock, but with a warm coffee in my hand and the dogs circling my feet like little furry planets. I don’t scroll right away. I breathe. I listen to the sounds of my house waking up, a creaking floor, the sleepy shuffle of someone in search of socks, the soft cooing of a very opinionated bird.

These small, familiar things make everything feel more spacious. They don’t solve anything, but they remind me I’m right where I need to be.

What keeps me steady

Some days are full, with meetings, teenage questions, unexpected emails, and animals doing their usual dance of charming chaos. But inside all of that, I’ve woven in small moments that help me feel clear and centred.

Like walking in the garden before the world gets too loud,
Pouring my coffee slowly and sitting with it without distraction,
Playing music while I clean, because rhythm always helps me move more gently,
And sitting in the kitchen at the end of the day, watching the light change and the energy settle.

They don’t take much time, but they shift something in me.
They make me feel like I’m not just reacting to the day, I’m actually in it.

Ritual is rhythm, not pressure

I don’t do any of this perfectly. I still have days that run away with me, where the laundry pile wins and I forget where I left my second cup of coffee. But the beauty of these small rituals is that they wait for me. I don’t have to earn them. I just return.

They give shape to my days, without turning them into boxes I have to squeeze into. They hold space for joy, for stillness, and yes, for the occasional moment of talking to the fish who arrived uninvited but seems to have settled in for good.

A small wondering

So I’m wondering, as I move through today with a little more intention,
What are the small rituals that help you feel like yourself again, even for a moment?
And could you treat them as essential, not as extras?

You don’t need a dramatic routine to feel grounded.
Just something gentle, something real, something that says, this is mine.

Warm greetings from a coffee drinking, candle lighting, rhythm finding mom