Habits are anchors. They keep you from floating off, from drifting off course.

Maybe even more so if you're susceptible to drift—neurodivergent or otherwise. Speaking from an ADHD vantage point, my brain wants to wander. Left unchecked, it will.

Simple things you do daily, ideally at the same time. The boring basics: exercise, sleep, social connection, and something creative. This daily writing is that for me. An anchor I drop every day no matter where I am or what's happening around me.

When everything is changing—new cities, new challenges, new uncertainties—you can keep those habits as a constant. A through-line.

The pessimist might call it a pacifier. Maybe they're not entirely wrong.

Hell, I'll take the pacifier. A small pocket of order alongside the chaos. Even if that order is just a sliver of your world. Even if it's partly illusion. Even if only a coping mechanism.

It's still stability. Still a haven.

Your habits—daily, weekly, yearly rituals—are how you create continuity in a life that doesn't guarantee any.

They can save you from the rough seas.