I have this crazy thing about making routines. Apparently something in the back of my head thinks that there’s no point in making a routine unless it is perfect. Unless I have all the things in that I want to incorporate, take into consideration ALL possible issues, schedules, etc, that I can’t put any sort of routine into effect.
I have now declared phooey on that.
For years I’ve longed for a morning and evening routine. I read how someone or other does this or that in their morning routine, and think “I really need to do that. What a lovely start to the day.”
I read articles about insomnia (huge, on-going issue for me) and one of the constant recommendations is to have an evening routine, some way to cue your body and mind that once again we’re going to try that sleep thing.
I get stuck in the same loop: “Things are always so different from day to day!” “What if I don’t get down all the things I’d like to do?” Or, once I list every last thing I think should be part of the routine, different worries emerge “There’s no way I have the time to do all of that in the morning!” “So, I’m supposed to start getting ready for bed how many hours before it’s actually bedtime?”
Therefore, nothing happens.
Which is sad, and frustrating, and brings me right back to longing for routines, and thinking I’ll never get them.
This month I’m going to try a new experiment. Zeno’s Routines. I’m declaring from the outset that they will not be perfect. That I will miss some items I’d like to incorporate. That I will not have the time to do all the things I think I should.
I will do imperfect, flawed morning and evening routines. And that’s ok.
I may not have a special tea cup and saucer for my morning writing, I may not work in an hour of yoga or meditation, but I’ll be doing something. Every morning, every evening, doing imperfect routines.
And once a week I’ll see what changes I can make to make them a little bit better, a little easier, bring in a little more ease and comfort.
But just like Zeno’s Paradox, where the runner can never overtake the tortoise, I’ll still be making progress, and I’ll still be moving in the right direction at least.
What would you do if you let yourself do it all wrong, and decided the doing itself was enough?