Variety may well be the spice of life. I’m beginning to think that its kissing cousin, routine, could be a cup of warm cocoa.
I’m a big fan of adventure, surprises, new everything. Variety? Change? Bring it on. Lately, however, I’ve come to a new appreciation of variety’s converse: routine.
So often, routine gets a bad rap. It’s described as constraining, dull, mind numbing. We are shackled or imprisoned by it. It’s same old, same old.
Our dog, Mele, has no difficulty with routine. She not only likes it, she thrives on it. Breakfast is first thing in the morning, followed by a walk to the outdoor privy, then a biscuit. Always in order, always enjoyed as if it were the very first time. I’ve been watching and learning from her example. I’m starting to get the hang of it.
Now every morning, I have a routine. It involves rising a little extra early but it’s worth it. Greet and feed dog and cats. Drink coffee in bed and stare out window at the morning. Listen to the birds. Chirp at husband next to me. Look at Flipboard on my iPad to see friends’ Facebook photos and blogs I am following.
Stretch, visit indoor privy, speak baby talk to pets and slightly more mature talk to spouse. Choose an angel card with a word for the day as a focusing. Refill coffee cup and start the workday fresh and refreshed.
Maybe that’s the key. Celebrating the sameness of routine with the expectation of joy and pleasure. Not changing the routine, changing the experience of it. Same old and delicious, like a cup of warm cocoa. And for a little variety? I can always add marshmallows.