Routine is something I’ve talked about a lot, but only indirectly. As the son of a military man, my father was a Master Sergeant, I think routine came built into my life. It’s interesting when I look at the world around me, and I find so many people that lack the basic structures I have lived with all my life. It’s even better when I turn it on myself, and recognize my lack of organization, which could be holding me back from greatness.
A routine can really help you, and you may already have one whether you know it or not. You have a job, a place of work that you have to be at specified times. It becomes a force of habit to go to work, knowing that at the end of the time you’ll be compensated in a way that allows you to support yourself. This is routine.
However, if you look at your life outside of your job, how much routine do you have? I never really asked myself this question until I hurt my back. Before I was injured, I realized the routine I had fallen into was one that didn’t fit me. My health suffered because of this. I had things I had to do, people I had to see, places I wanted to go, but I didn’t have structure to do it. It was hiddly piddly, only as I thought of it. But I wasn’t compelled enough to change it yet.
Once I hurt my back, these things became much more regimented, and yet at the same time I found myself with even less structure. I still suffered for this, my moods were wild, I had swings in temperament. It wasn’t until I started adding structure to my life that things started to make sense in my head.
When I started planning ahead, and finding the path I wanted to take things started to fall into place. When I started considering the consequences of my actions, and knowing how the outcomes would affect other people, other people started to consider how their actions affected me. I started to think of what I wanted and where I wanted to be. And then I started writing. One word at a time my friends, that’s how our stories are built!
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