There is something very comforting about being in control of my day, something that only routine can give me. To wake up each day knowing every event that will take place and at what time, is what brings a little peace to my life. Because of routine I know that everything will get taken care of and normally without a second thought.
Every task has an approximate time to begin, give or take thirty minutes; breakfast, exercise, showers, errands and work. Even dinner is placed on the table within the same fifteen minutes each day. To make sure this happens, I begin my day by calculating exactly how long dinner will take to prepare, so that I can plan what time I need to begin, just so I don’t miss that ten minute time frame. Okay maybe I’m a bit obsessive, but this is how I get through life. It reduces stress.
It also causes stress. Over time, a person can get trapped by the very routine that they worked so hard to establish and maintain. It is rare that my unwritten schedule can get interrupted or altered, without immediately causing anxiety. Imagine how frantic I get when dinner is delayed. Going about each day with every hour planned, sometimes down to the minute, can be frustrating.
Since routines can become a burden, sometimes it’s better not to have one. It frees us from self-made deadlines and makes room for more spontaneity. Life is much more exciting when people live life on the edge of their seat, instead of being trapped inside of it.
Oddly enough, as much as I enjoy routine I also love being spontaneous. Well, as long as it works with my schedule. Days that turn into unplanned overnight getaways, half day mountain excursions or simple tours of the city, are when some of the best memories are made. Those are usually the best days of them all.
Unfortunately, my self-imposed daily schedule doesn’t allow for enough of them. Maybe with practice, I can become less routine. Or, maybe not. Simply thinking about it makes me uneasy.
To have a routine or not, that is the question.
This post is in response to The Daily Post prompt: Two Right Feet