When we are younger, for the most part we did not want routine. We wanted life to be spontaneous, exciting, unpredictable. If it did not work out, no problem, we just go another new direction. We never went the same way when we hit another fork-in-the-road.
As we get older, that freaking routine becomes a game saver. I am finding myself forgetting more things lately. Not “Alzheimer’s” forget, more like “Where the hell is the remote?” forget.
So I am learning to embrace routine. Those things that I have done so often that it becomes an unconscious action: Putting my keys on the key hanger as soon as I enter the house, putting the remote on the left end table by the Kleenex, checking to make sure the doors/windows are locked as we go to bed, putting my glasses on the wine table when I take them off for the night. Stuff like that.
If I have to think about it, then we are at 50/50 that I will remember. Kind of like making a grocery list rather than relying on my brain to remember what I am going shopping for.
Any of my more senior followers find yourself in the same boat?