Routine

One thing that becomes more and more inescapably obvious to me as I grow older is that routine is inevitable. No matter how hard I try to keep life fresh and interesting, it's just too much work to keep finding things that keep you interested on a non-routine level. So after a few weeks, I find a routine where ever I am, doing whatever I do there. A few weeks after that, the routine starts to denigrate into the least common denominator routine, which usually involves sitting around watching tv or staring at the internet, or both. This is the worst possible routine, time flies by me, I'm bored, I never do anything productive, I slowly fall asleep. Eventually something happens, I move somewhere else, I find something else to do, or I just find some will power. In any case, eventually the sleeper awakens, the cycle repeats itself, I have a few good weeks, and a month or two later I'm back where I started.

I've always believed that the key to life is to avoid routine of any kind. Life is longer and happier that way, everything is always fresh. But my goodness is it exhausting. So as I said at the beginning, I think routine is inescapable for me. Perhaps I should focus on making the routine I fall into as positive as possible. Some of my routines are positive. My camp routine is usually good. My sophomore summer routine of swimming every day and running every night, that was a good thing. Even my freshman year routine of going to tea at Sanborn and doing work for the same hour every day was pretty brilliant.

There's lots of things I'd like to get into my routine, but I'm just not sure how to do it. I'll just give it a go, I suppose.