Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Routine Randomness

We’re all tied to our routines.

No matter what we say, we’re creatures of habit and find comfort in the same ol’ same ol’.

Set the alarm to go off at the same hour, same minute every day.

Turn over and slap the snooze button every 10 minutes for 20 minutes, sometimes 30.

Finally, roll out of bed and the rest we just do by rote.

The first thing I do every morning is put on my socks.

First the right…then the left.

On occasion I might put on Z’s socks—by mistake—but then I usually trip on the extra material and realize my mistake.

Don’t get me wrong—especially since I have a enough trouble being right—I’m not saying Z has big feet.

No…not at all.

I want that on the record.

I’m just saying she has long toes.

Her whole family does.

Yeah…weird, right?

So when you’re in a big group of them you have to watch where you step.

That’s all I’m saying.

Luckily they all have this kind of instinct where their toes kind of roll up automatically when they sense danger.

Maybe I’ve said too much.

So I put on my socks.

Throw on a pair of sweatpants, because I need comfort in the AM.

You know, so I can ease into the day.

Can’t do that in jeans.

Jeans are too restricting, especially first thing in the morning.

Just ask any cowboy.

And from there on it gets pretty boring.


That’s how it is with routines…they’re boring…for everybody.

Routines make every day feel the same.

Unless you’re one of those adventurous folks who switch up their breakfast from day to day.

One brand of cereal on Monday…English Muffin on Tuesday…another brand of cereal on Weds….another muffin on Thursday…and so on.

I know…kind of random, huh?

Pretty soon one day become the next…one week becomes the next…one month, one year…..

And then we ask, “Where has the time gone?”

The answer is…it slipped away on the back of our routines.

So mix it up a little.

Try a new approach to the day.

Get up on the wrong side of the bed once in a while.

Skip your morning coffee and do a sit up, instead.

Maybe, even two.

It’s just might be the little things that make all the difference.

Help you see that little ray of sunshine in every day.

Too much?

I know…easier said than done.

But starting tomorrow I’m mixing things up.

I’m putting on my left sock before my right.

I’ll let you know how it goes after that.

Gotta go…I’m a minute late for my second cup of coffee.


1 comment:

  1. there's nothing like that first cup of coffee. or the second.


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