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Why I begin every day with the Holy Rosary

I begin every day with the Rosary. Not most days, and not when the schedule allows — every day, before the day has had a chance to make its case for something else.

Why the first thing

Anything that is not the first thing becomes the thing that gets moved.

I learned this in an office, not a chapel. A task that has no fixed hour has no defence, and the first genuinely urgent request of the morning will take it. The only appointment that survives a busy life is the one that happens before the life starts.

What I am actually doing

People assume the Rosary is a list of requests. Mine is mostly not.

It is a way of putting the day in the right order before I am in it — of establishing, while the house is still quiet, who I belong to and what the hours are for. By the time the first email arrives, that question has already been settled, and it does not have to be re-argued at nine o’clock under pressure.

The beads themselves

I still carry my grandmother’s rosary. I held it through every examination I ever sat, the way a smaller child holds a hand, and I have never seen a reason to stop.

There is nothing superstitious in it. It is a physical object that reminds a distractible man where he is and what he is doing, and I have yet to find anything that does the job better.

On the days it does not work

Plenty of mornings I get to the end of a decade and realise I have been thinking about a cash-flow forecast.

This used to trouble me. It no longer does. The Rosary is not a performance to be graded; showing up distracted is still showing up, and a prayer that only counts when you are concentrating is a prayer that will not survive a working week. Begin again at the next bead. That is the whole technique.

What it has cost and returned

It costs me twenty minutes I would otherwise spend asleep. That is the entire price, and I want to state it plainly because people expect the answer to be more impressive.

What it returns is the only thing I have found that reliably makes the rest of the day legible — a fixed point that the diary cannot move, and against which everything else can be measured.

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