Following Monday’s post on the rut of routine, as the day progressed I was reminded about the health of routine. Spontaneity is important – don’t get me wrong – but there is good and wellness in sameness, in the little celebrations of the everyday. I loved what my friend Sarah had to say about it:
“There is also so much reward in the daily routine. The daily routine can be the meditation of life. Don’t get me wrong I have my moments if frustration with the daily grind and I try to look at the dishes as something more. I try…”
The meditation of life, thinking and contemplating on the day’s activities, as I dice the scallions and carrots for the night’s chicken barley soup, Love cutting with each chop of the blade.
The gift of feeding Baby spoonfuls of butternut squash and banana and vanilla yogurt, at 8 and 12 and 4, repeat. 8 and 12 and 4, repeat.
The holiness that’s found in folding another load of laundry and in digging up shovel-fulls of dirt to get to the good stuff, a couple feet down in the sandy San Francisco ground. (Never mind that there is now a large hole in my yard next to the above-ground raised bed. I’m going to grow basil, damn it).
There is health in routine – but when routine becomes a lifeless, mind-numbing rut, change is needed, and change then is healthy. As I tell myself in just about every other post here: get out, get your hands dirty, take a walk, be present. Close your laptop and don’t worry about that e-mail that hasn’t come in regarding your article submission. Leave your phone in the other room, ringer off, and go, sit on your dirty, needs-to-be-swept-and-mopped floor, and play with your son.
And delight in the day’s regularity.
We get caught up in the sexiness of the perfected life we see portrayed on Instagram and Facebook and Twitter, when only the best of Date Night and Baby smiling and Having a Life pictures and stories are told, that we forget to relish in the sacred ordinariness of the everyday. And then the evil green monster of our jealous, over-connected hearts comes out to play, and we yearn for more-more-more, ignoring the blessedness and the gift of the daily routine.
Because truthfully, even though I want to live that glamorous, out-and-about city life, there’s health in routine. When we don’t adhere to some assemblance of a schedule, Life goes awry and chaos ensues. And it becomes evident through the jumbled mess physically and emotionally, in the house and in the heart.
As stated regarding the rut of routine, I want the same with the health of routine. And so we dance between the two, slide slide step, slide slide step – and throwing grace upon others and receiving its bounty ourselves, we enter the dance and we try a new step and then we do our classic, comfortable white girl moves.
Dancing, dancing, dancing, to health and to the ordinary and to its gift.
How have you figured out the dance? What have you found to be a healthy balance between the rut and the health of routine?0