Routine

Does everybody have a routine? Not a comic routine, but a repeated, even anticipated and welcome pattern to at least a portion of their day. Even folks who despise routine- are they really that intentional about living every single day differently than the day before? Or are folks bent on living atypical lives really just living a different sort of routine?

There is nothing riding on an answer to these questions. In the larger scheme of things, it’s not worth spending much time on. It’s just something that came to me while I paused to make my morning coffee and the topic for this post emerged.

I am a creature of habit, probably to a fault. I like predictability, which given my current line of work might seem odd. I’ve had the occasional call from a hospital or a parishioner that necessitated an abrupt change of plans, and have never appreciated these unanticipated interruptions. They do come with the territory, but this doesn’t mean I have to like them.

Sometimes routines seem a luxury to me. They are familiar and comfortable. Other times, they seem to be a sovereign with too much power, and I wish to be free of them.