Routine – just looking at the word creates a sense of fondness in each of us. We see the word “routine” and we instinctively think about our own routine. Each little routine is choreographed masterfully, leaving each step to be as beautiful as a ballerina gliding across the stage with beautiful violins lifting the angelic figure above the ground making it seem as if she is not controlled by Newton and his invention, gravity.
Routine – we’ve all be dictated by the beat of something-or-another, making us seem to not have choice to differentiate from the left or the right. Each beat has its own movement, and each one of us has our own beat.
Routine – if you look at each aspect of your own life, think about the fact that you are governed by routine. We have to make sure that we wake up to the wonderful sound of the alarm clock to start our morning routine. We brush our teeth (some of us, at least), we shower (once again, some of us), and we either find ourselves drowning in a cup of coffee or yelling at bubba-boy who can’t drive properly on our way to work.
We have a routine in which we follow during our cleaning sessions at where ever we might be. We have a routine we perform while we cook, while we travel, while we bathe, and even while we sleep (I face my left on my left side then flop over to my right side and drift to sleep . . . don’t get me started again about my OCD).
We complain about the routine, but when we travel and get out of our routine, we always say we can’t wait to get back into the “swing of things” which really means you miss your old routine.
Sometimes we have our routine stripped away from us. How do we cope with such violations? Some of us don’t have a choice but to follow a new routine. Come to think of it, having to follow a new routine is actually following the same old routine – the routine of life.
Try to recognize newness in your life, even when it seems as if the same-old-same-old is reoccurring over and over again (not to sound redundant and say thing same thing twice AND repeat myself – har har har).
True story: My senior year in high school I was complaining to everyone that nothing in my life was progressing and that everyday seemed exactly like the same. So, to express my boredom I wrote a poem entitled “Monotony.” It basically said that life never changes and nothing happens and nothing will. Now, remember, this is a true story. Later that day, I was walking to my Isuzu Rodeo in the Clinton High School parking lot where I saw something around the back that didn’t look right. My window is in a million pieces on the ground. I looked into the SUV and saw that my speakers and my guitar was gone; stolen!
I have often heard people say to be careful what you wish for, but I learned to be careful what I complain about. We often complain about everything; it’s in our routine, our nature.
Make it part of your routine to find the newness. If there isn’t any newness, don’t complain because I promise, it is there, you just have to find it. Maybe looking for something kind and nice is something that is new to your life, instead of finding the negative in it all. I only saw negative and I lost more happiness because of it.
If you want to, find a mirror and smile. I bet you have never really watched yourself smile in the last month. Smile and I promise the person in the mirror that smiles at you will make you smile . . . try to prove me wrong!
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