Routines …


I am awake, I am alive, and this morning I smile as I ponder routines …

It seems like only yesterday (although it was more than a decade ago) when I was struggling to wake at 4 a.m. each day. The early hour allowed me ample time to get ready while allowing me to beat the worst traffic on my trip into Toronto but getting up that early was never easy … especially since I kept telling myself it wasn’t.

Yet here I sit, sipping my coffee, my morning routine now a comfortable waking at 5 a.m. each day. I no longer struggle for now it is a choice and one I plan for, with a comfortable and early bedtime.

Yes, it is amazing what routines we get use to – good and bad. Drinking pop far too often to be considered wise. Eating junk just as often yet we struggle to make exercise a routine. I wonder why. Perhaps because we tell ourselves it is so hard.

I make a face when I think back to other routines I allowed myself to get use to – routines in the form of abusive comments from partners, disregard, or downright disrespect. But then, I never truly got use to those routines. Guess that is why I was able to get out.

So this is me, reminding you and myself my friend, that we must be vigil. We must choose carefully the routines we adopt for they truly are the seeds we plant. Not our hopes, not our dreams, but our actions in the form of our routines.

And it appears my garden is about to grow some killer weeds. I must get on that. Let’s do some weeding my friend, before bad routines choke off a good life.

Join me?

I pray you do. I truly pray you do. Simply because …