One routine I genuinely look forward to every day is my early-morning walk, followed by a slow cup of tea on our balcony. I've been doing it for about two years now, ever since I started working from home and realised I needed some way to separate sleep from screens.
My alarm goes off at around half past six, and before I even glance at my phone, I pull on my trainers and head to a small park about ten minutes from my building. I usually do three or four laps of the walking track. At that time of day it's pleasantly cool, and there's always the same crowd: a group of retired men doing stretches, a woman with two very excitable beagles, and a few joggers who nod at me as they pass. On the way back I pick up fresh milk, then I make myself a cup of ginger tea and sit on the balcony for about fifteen minutes, either reading a few pages of a novel or just watching the street wake up.
The reason I enjoy it so much is that it's the only part of the day that belongs entirely to me. Once I log in for work, my time is dictated by meetings and deadlines, but this hour is calm and unhurried. It clears my head, and I've noticed that on days when I skip it, I'm noticeably more irritable by lunchtime. It's such a small habit, but it sets the tone for everything that follows.