There is something soothing about simple. It’s peaceful and you know what to expect. Occasionally it’s tedious and boring but every once in a while there is nothing so rejuvenating as a simple routine.
It helps you through the hard times.
Distracts the pain.
Gives you purpose.
Usually the routine isn’t about the obvious.
My morning Starbucks coffee frenzy isn’t about the coffee, it’s about the total experience. It’s partly a social experience and partly sensual – the smell and the taste. I can’t think of anything more fragrant than coffee early in the morning. Maybe bacon but let’s stay with coffee.
It’s about people knowing who you are and greeting you by name. An afternoon Starbucks isn’t as good as the morning one. (It’s not bad though!)
Exercise isn’t about the physical good it brings. It’s also about the stories from the crazy ladies. There is nothing more boring than plain old exercise. Nothing! Without the distractions and interactions I wouldn’t stay with it. Even my blog would miss the inspiration.
TV enjoyment is in the connection. It’s the continuity of it all. You watch the same shows and you know the characters. When I worked, there was water cooler catch-up on some programs.
There are cases of actors/actresses getting stalked because some delusional person thinks they are the characters. (I promise I always kept 500 foot away from them. Always!)
There is something very soothing in repetition. Mentally challenged people calm themselves by repetitive behavior. Sometimes I do too.
When I worked I thought it would be nice to trade jobs with someone with repetitious activities. Just a day would do it. Too much wouldn’t work. One day would recalibrate me so I would be grounded again.
Monks (and others) meditate to refocus on the simple.
Animals have their routines too. Many groom themselves, their mates or offspring. Grooming is very soothing. My shoulders relax at the thought of a spa day. (I have no interest in grooming the beloved husband. He can scratch his own cooties.)
Today I admired my daffodils and the day lilies poking their little heads through the warming ground. It made my day.
My pond fish came to greet me, asking when the feeding will begin. “Soon,” I said, “very soon.”
The birds are nesting. They leave their leftover housing materials on my patio as a sign. There was bird drywall and roof shingles all over the place.
I know that there are seasonal routines. Each is as beloved as the others when their turn comes. Right now I am delighting in the rites of spring along with my Starbucks.
Really, can it get any better than that? It’s so great to be alive to enjoy the simple things!