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PROMPT January 10th What are some of the routines you follow in your daily life? Do you typically stick to your routine, or do you prefer more spontaneity? Is it really January 10th? One-third of the month is already gone! My goodness time has gone quickly. So today we're talking about routines. Those regular little (or even big) practices that keep us ordered and hopefully out of trouble. Simply put, if we stick to the routine then everything else moves along as it should. Routines are good. It means we don't have to expend the extra calories to think outside the box. We just know what to do. But is that really the spice of life? I'm not so sure... I have routines. And to be honest I find them boring. I've been doing my current morning routine for 7 years now. Fall out of bed. Feed the cat. Feed the dog. Make coffee. Whine because I'm using oat milk in my coffee and not cream. Watch the news. Head to my home office. It's a good routine. It gets me going. It sets me up for the day. The problem is that it's boring. I find myself wishing I still had the routine of 7 years ago. Before my back gave out. Before I had surgery. Before I found myself managing pain every single day. It was a great routine. Instead of falling out of bed I'd wake up refreshed and ready to greet the day. I'd don my walking clothes and tie my walking shoes. Then I'd head out the door for a 45-minute walk around the neighborhood. Crisp, cold, muggy or hot. It was something I did every single day. I saw beautiful sunrises and breathed the clean morning air. When it was hot I splashed through early morning sprinklers. I met other people committed to a daily routine. I got to think and pray. I always got some of my best ideas. It really was a great routine. Alas, it came to a sudden end one morning. I went out for my usual walk and all of a sudden I heard some zipping and felt indescribable pain shoot down my legs. I crumpled right there in the street. In fact, my husband had to come outside and pick me up. That day was the end of that routine. I blew out my back and ended up having surgery. Nothing has been the same since. I long for that routine. I keep telling myself to find another routine. One that's just a good. So far, I haven't found it. But until I do I'll just stick to the boring morning routine I currently have. At least the cat and the dog are happy they get fed first. |
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