Sometimes I feel like I’m one of those windup dolls. In fact, just pretty often. I’m not one of those people who wake up raring to get at the world. Takes me a while to get going. I have a routine though and if I don’t follow it, I’m disjointed the rest of the day.
When I crawl out of bed, I stumble into the shower to wash the sleep out of my eyes and give me the jolt I need. A shower always helps to set the day to rights.
Then, it’s coffee time. A fresh, piping hot cup of coffee finishes the job the shower started at getting me going. The good old cup of java. Nothing fancy. The smell of ground coffee makes my taste buds sit up and take notice. I love my coffee and it doesn’t have to be Starbucks either although I do splurge on a cup from there occasionally. It’s a special treat.
But I also need my newspaper while I sip on my coffee.
I have to find out what’s happening and catch up on the news. I need to know the things that are taking place around me. And I don’t want to read it online. That seems really weird to me. No, I need the newspaper in my hand and be able to smell the ink. I read it all from start to finish, ending with working my puzzles. I do the Word Jumble first where you have to sort out the jumble of letters to form words that make sense. After that, I move to the crossword. I’ve even recently started working the Sudoku puzzle. And sometimes I do the Word Find. It depends on how much time I have to kill. Of course, if I’m in a hurry for some reason, I might skip the puzzles altogether. But I always read the newspaper articles. I want to be informed I guess.
I might start writing first or I might check email before I get into writing. After an hour or two of working on my story in progress (it depends on how deep I get into it; if I get deeply into it and the words flow, I keep typing away) I go to Petticoats and Pistols to read the post for the day and leave a comment.
That’s my routine for mornings.
Like I said, if something happens to disrupt my ritual, my day gets off to a rocky start. I think we’re all creatures of habit. We draw comfort in having a set schedule. We want to have our day lined up like so many dominos and knock them down one by one. That gives us a sense of accomplishment, no matter how the day ends.
The holidays really got my routine out of whack. Nothing like a houseful of company to get off kilter. But that’s behind me now and I’m relishing my old routine that fits like a pair of comfortable jeans.
How about you? Do you have a set routine that you follow every day? If so, I’d love to hear about it. Or even if you don’t.