What My Morning Routine Actually Looks Like (Coffee, Kids, and Cannabis)
Before we get into it — this is not a "rise and shine" post. There's no lemon water. No golden hour journaling. No 47-step ritual before the sun has even decided to show up. This is real life. My real life. And if you've ever tried to build something from scratch while keeping tiny humans alive and emotionally regulated, you already know that "morning routine" is generous language for what actually happens.
My alarm goes off between five and five-thirty, and for a beat, the world is completely still. No one needs a snack. No one's looking for a shoe or asking me to find something that's been missing since last Thursday. It's just me and the quiet, and I protect that quiet the way I protect everything I've built — intentionally, and without apology.
Before I do anything else, I light up. Not because I need to, but because it's the signal I've learned to give myself that this time — right now, in this stillness — belongs to me. Cannabis is how I move from sleep into intention. It quiets the noise in my head before the noise in my house begins. Some people meditate. Some people pray. Some people sit with a slow cup of tea and their thoughts. I do that too — and I smoke. And then I work out. Before the workout, during it, and after. Every time. Because that's what works for me, and I stopped pretending otherwise a long time ago.
I've heard all the jokes. I've read all the headlines. And still, every morning, I lace up and I move — focused, present, and fully in my body in a way that took years to figure out. Before the workout, cannabis gets me out of my head. I'm not running through my inbox or calculating what's still on the to-do list from Tuesday. I'm just there, in it, moving. During, it keeps me anchored. After, it's the reset — my body is warm, my mind is clear, and whatever I woke up carrying has been sweated out and exhaled. That sequence — light, move, breathe — didn't come from a wellness blog or a podcast recommendation. It came from years of learning what actually helps me show up. To my workouts, to my work, to my kids, to everything I'm building.
Cannabis isn't what I do when the kids are asleep and I can finally exhale. It's woven into how I show up — to my workouts, to my work, to myself.
Once my oldest is out the door and my youngest is settled into his morning, the day officially starts. Coffee happens. Real thinking happens. The business — 125 Broadstreet — gets activated. Sometimes another smoke happens too, because running a business, managing a household, and planning to open a brick and mortar in California in three years is a lot, and I'm not going to perform calm for anyone.
I want to be really clear about something: I'm a mom and an entrepreneur — and too, not in alternating shifts. 125 Broadstreet didn't get built in the quiet pockets around my family. It got built inside my real life, on mornings exactly like this one. In the in-between moments. Through the chaos and through it. The routine I'm describing isn't a luxury I created when things slowed down. It's the structure that held me together while I was building something from nothing, in a city that was never home, in an industry that was never designed to see me coming.
Because here's the thing — Black women, especially Black moms, don't get to exist in wellness conversations on our own terms very often. We're either written out of the picture entirely, or squeezed into a version of self-care that was never designed with us in mind. Nobody's making space for the woman who's up at five AM, smokes before her workout and after, gets her kids sorted, and then sits down to build something real. Nobody's telling that story like it's normal — because in most rooms, it isn't. But in ours, it is.
125 Broadstreet has always been about feeding people, smoking with people, and having a good time. But at its root, it's about showing up as your full self in a space where that's not just tolerated — it's celebrated. Cannabis isn't a personality. It's a tool. It's a ritual. It's part of how some of us take care of ourselves. And if you're up before the sun trying to steal a little peace before the day finds you, I want you to know — you're not alone in it, and this brand was built for you specifically.
125 Broadstreet is a cannabis culinary and hospitality brand built on good food, good flower, and real community. Follow us at 125broadstreet.com, TikTok @125Broadstreet — and tell us what your morning actually looks like.
