Routines: I have them. I am, without a doubt, a creature of habit. Case in point – I eat the same breakfast every single morning. I’m not exaggerating.
Do you see this? That would be my bowl of oatmeal. Quaker oats with brown sugar, cinnamon, and raisins. Every morning. I never switch the ingredients, I never switch to a different type of cereal. Or eggs. Or pancakes. I’m very consistent in that way. Most of the time, I like this particular habit of mine: being uniform can be a plus. On the other hand, being consistent can also be…boring, and perhaps a bit annoying. You see, I have to have my oatmeal…even when traveling. Believe it: I pack my suitcase with oatmeal, boxes of raisins, and a shaker of cinnamon. The shame. But hey: it makes me happy and comfortable, so I do it.
It doesn’t stop with the oatmeal though. I also find myself structuring my day to a very specific time schedule. I don’t have to leave for work until 9am, but I wake up at 6:20 with Justin. I shower from 6:38-6:45, and I eat my oatmeal at the very same time every morning: 8:20am. I check up on blogs/finish writing blog posts from 8:20-9:00am. I leave the house at the same time, and I hit the very same traffic lights every single day: I know the left turn light from our road onto the highway turns green at 9:26 and again at 9:30 (if I don’t make it through the first one). What is wrong with me?
Even though my routines might sound crazy, I do think there is something to be said for having them. Establishing SOME sort of structure in your life can give you a feeling of security: I really like that. However, I do find myself feeling off-kilter if my routines get interrupted. Sigh – give and take, right?
So tell me – do you have routines of your own that you’ve established?