n. a standard procedure, esp one that is unvarying
What I want my summer to be:
Full of ROUTINE.
I used to fear routine. I think it’s in my nature to want to do the same things and eat the same things and be in the same places. And I always felt I had to hide that about myself. Because routine is seen as boring. However, my Seattle friend Allyson changed my opinion on the subject. Her days are fun and packed and she has a full, busy life but it is structured and scheduled down to snack time.
This is how I want the routine of my life (or at least this summer) to go:
I want to swim every morning. Write at least once every day at the same time. Read every night. Limit my Internet time. Sit outside as
the day turns to night more often. Drink lots of water. Most importantly I want to start/keep up traditions: Breakfast with my dad and mom every Sunday. Walks with Geeg. (She would always call me on her Buddy walks when I lived in Seattle.) Black and white movies with J.D. every week. (This week was Without Love. It wasn’t great. But it was a Spencer Tracy/Katharine Hepburn one and Katharine Hepburn is J.D.’s favorite.)
I like the idea of simple. Hanging out with my family and my couple of good friends. I want the summer to be less frazzled, hectic, fast-paced, tweeting, facebooking crazy and more calm, relaxed, lemonade-sipping, tea drinking, porch-sitting slow.
When I Googled “routine,” there wasn’t much good to be found. For example, Henry Van Dyke said “As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.” Meh. There’s always next summer for that whole soul thing.
“I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.” Katharine Hepburn