My morning routine for an efficient day

Here is what I do. Maybe you can find value in this and learn a thing or two from this routine:
Every morning the first thing I do after I wake up is go to the bathroom, look myself in the mirror and put a big smile on my face. Then I get into a freezing shower to feel alive. In the summer I can do 10 minutes because the water is not freezing, in the winter my skin gets red just after 5 minutes. After the shower I put on my clothes and sit in a specially designated mediation chair that I designated myself which is in my bedroom and meditate for 10 minutes. I follow the air I breath in, how it dries my nostrils, how it flows through my chest and how it finally ends up in my belly, yes, I breath deeply into my belly.

After my mediation, I go to the kitchen and open my fridge, where I take out my coffee that I ground by hand the night before. I boil a nice hot cattle of water in a cattle from Hario, the Japanese company that makes kitchenware for coffee and tea, and pore myself approx. 500ml of coffee together using the 30g pre ground coffee I just took out from the fridge. The first 70ml of water has to be poured into slowly and it has to sit in the dripper for 40 secs. The following 230ml has to be poured in swiftly within 20 secs and the final 200ml again has to be poured in slowly with a circular motion while also slightly picking up the dripper and gently shaking it. At the end, stir the brew with a spoon once in both directions in a circular motion. 

After Im done with the brewing of the coffee, I go to my homebar in the living room and fish out the coke from my bottom-most drawer. This I also pre packaged the night before to give me a head start in the morning. Normally I take about 0,7g each morning and for the high-stress, long ass days I take 1,5g to give myself a slight edge. While the coffee still drips, I do my line and race back to the bathroom to tidy myself up. By the time I get to the kitchen again (its on my way out the house), the coffee is done, and so am I. I grab the dripper and pour the black liquid into a Nespresso insulating bottle that I got gifted the last time I bought Nespresso tabs.

I race past my sideboard near the entrance, catch myself in the mirror above it again to make sure everything is tight and clean, grab my wallet and keys and burst through the door. Right before the door closes I always double or tripple check that I have my keys and wallet again while having my foot in the door. And then I realise that I have left my watch in the bathroom, so I race back to get it. At this point I am starting to sweat a bit because I am going to miss my train if I don't get on my fucking way soon. I curse myself and I storm through the house almost tripping on my dumbass dog who doesn't comprehend the gravity of the situation. Finally out the door I fidget my way to the train station and get my foot into the train seconds before it rolls. I slump into a seat near the entrance but I don't because shits packed to the brim with sorry fucks like myself riding the fucking train to the office to slave their lives away for some meagre dollars.