There is something comforting in routine.
Most of us participate in some sort of daily routine that guides along our bodies and minds throughout each 24 hour period. First, we get stimulated with coffee, tea, a hearty breakfast, or even just by reading the newest daily articles on MSN or our favorite online author. The day hasn’t officially begun until we have done whatever it takes to “wake up”. I know on any given day, I’m no good until I’ve been awake for 90 minutes- until then, I’m just a Sayid zombie.
Once we are in gear, we spend most of the daylight hours doing our thing. Being active in body and mind. Good stress hopefully more than bad. Often the part of the day where hours seem to pass the quickest, since this is typically the busiest time.
But then, as we approach the final work hour of the day, we begin reaching for the towel- the towel to throw in, and call it a day. This begins the “wind down” phase where we start becoming less active. By the time we get home from work, we’re ready for whatever it is that helps us to drift off just a little, to wander out of our “active mode”.
Mindless TV, playing on the Internet, a halfway nap, a walk outside, a beverage of choice- something to signify to ourselves- “I’ve still got stuff to do, but I’m at my own pace now”. Then we do whatever we want to do (along with most whatever those we live with want to do).
A few (or several) hours later, we’re asleep. Then we start it over the next morning.
This is nothing groundbreaking, as we are all obviously familiar with the routine of an average weekday. But for me, it’s interesting to see this typed out in front of me. It shows me though a routine often symbolizes monotony, routine also keeps this interesting and different.
To imagine a typical weekday without our “wake up” and “wind down” devices…
Just to wake up, fully alert, and remain that way all day until we go to bed and instantly fall asleep. No coffee. No playing on the Internet or reading. Nothing to float us through the mundane parts of the day.
Nothing superficial to push us or jerk us in the right direction or up to the necessary speed.
We rely on routine. We rely on vices. Routine helps our lives from becoming too routine.