My routine is consistent.
Up between 4:30 and 5….roll out of bed as quietly as possible so that I don’t wake anyone up…turn on the computer so it can boot up while I’m in the kitchen….pad downstairs past the other bedrooms…..again, as quietly as possible so that I don’t wake anyone up….feed the cat …..lay out my vitamins….get half a coffee cup of juice…put on the water for coffee….take my vitamins….rinse out the cup….put some half & half in my cup….pour the boiling water into the french press…..and take it all upstairs to quietly do what ever it is I do in the morning.
And then……sit at my desk and write this blog and listen to music on Spotify.
That’s what I do.
Sometimes I rail against this consistency that I set in motion.
We have some unused passports that need to be warmed up.
I need to get some stamps on those empty pages.
But….I do the same thing every quiet chunk of morning that I can ease into.
I like it when it’s quiet for a moment.
I was thinking about that low-level “quiet desperation” that I notice sometimes….that nagging sense of dissatisfaction…..wanderlust….need for speed….for movement….for something fresh and unexpected.
I feed that….and I shouldn’t.
If I’m going to do something, I need to just do it.
Just like a shoe….just do it.
Just do it….and if I’m only planning to do something, don’t cripple myself with thoughts of how boring things are and how much I wish things were different.
That’s crazy nuts to think like that…..
The thing that hit me this morning as I was doing my morning french press habit was that it is such a blessing to have pleasant routines…. that can become a routine.
What a blessing that is!
Like manna from heaven that I haven’t started complaining about yet.
I have these habits….routines….that I follow for the sake of efficiency.
I don’t think it’s because of a lack of imagination or energy….it’s just quiet and pleasant to make my coffee and then sit for a while before everybody gets up.
Sometimes “same” is OK.
It’s OK to find myself living a life where I have the choice to do the same thing every morning.
It’s good to have an income….to have a place to go…something to do….A FAMILY WHO LOVES ME….no matter how monotonous I mistakenly think the “routine” seems sometimes.
When I really dig deep into what’s going on…..I remember that it’s really all my choice.
What do I have to be bothered by?
“simple man” Graham Nash