Habits, routines and ruts

I am a creature of habit and routine. I freely admit this. My day to day life – particularly, of course, during the week – is a series of highly repetitive events, even meals. This works for me. At least, I think it does.

One of my major challenges in life is identifying when a habit or routine that I love is no longer helping me.

And yet again, Fia Skye of flyingedna.com spoke to me with her writing this week, on the Habit of Habits (https://flyingedna.com/blogs/news/the-habit-of-habits):

“Here’s the thing about habits. We make a particular choice to do something because in the moment, it seems like a solution to a perceived problem. As humans, we are constantly problem-solving. We make a choice because, given the way we’ve arranged the information we have, it’s the perfect thing to do. And if that choice works, we make that same choice in a similar situation again (and again… and again…)”

and later in her post, “So habits, perpetual choices, intentional practices, solutions we choose to address problems we perceive… are mutable, in flux, able to shift according to my desires and the vows I adhere to.”

Here’s the funny thing – I make BIG changes relatively easily. Buying a house, which apartment to rent, changing jobs (no, seriously, I’ve changed jobs and moved so frequently that my background checks are just laughable. I finally created a document that lists my known addresses for my adult life, because I’ve been asked for them so often and I was tired of using Google Maps to figure out the address of that apartment I lived in for a year back in 2001…). 
But changing the small habits? the day to day routines? I stink at that. I really really stink. 
Take, for example, my food. Once I find something I like, and that works for me, I tend to stick with it. I like to think I came by this naturally – my father ate the same thing for lunch for my entire childhood. My mother has done the same. My father DID change things up, but when he retired, and could take more time to think about what he actually wanted to have for lunch or breakfast, vs. just eating and getting out the door. 
But I digress. Yesterday, my big step was…(you’re going to laugh)… switching out part of the oats in my granola recipe for Grape Nuts. I know, crazy. And it’s sooo good. Makes it a little crunchier and … sorry, I just love granola. 
Other changes, though, I ponder and ponder and ponder forever – mostly for these smaller, daily habits. 
Why is it so hard to try a different breakfast? Or maybe another type of caffeinated beverage? I fall back on the excuse of “it works for me”, but…well…maybe the alternative would work just fine, too? It just takes me so long to try that alternative that it is sometimes laughable. 
I know I should try to change things up more often. But it’s hard. Creatures of routine and habit land on them because they tend to support the lives they want to lead on a daily basis. My morning is so much easier because I know exactly when I will get home from the gym, out of the shower, and to the bus stop. It’s almost, well, mindless. And that helps me get to work, get settled, and get stuff done. 
Maybe in other areas, though, I could stand to lighten up a bit. 
It’ll just take me a few years to get there… Of course! I know change will come eventually – something I am doing now will no longer serve or help me. But until I get to that point, well, I’m stubborn and resistant to change. And it  remains to be seen whether, well, I really NEED to change. I like the steps that Fia outlines in her post: “How, or to what, is this (fill in the blank with a particular habit) a solution?” She uses it for BIG habits (hers is waiting for others) but… maybe I could use it for my little ones? “How is (eating the same thing for lunch every day) a solution (or, working for me)?” Is this a habit that supports me in the life I want to lead? If not, then, well, it’s time to revisit it. If it’s not hurting anyone… well, I’m not inclined to change it. I know that change will come, incrementally, when I need and want it.
So this was a circular post, really. But I do like the idea of at least examining my habits and seeing if they serve me. If not – time to find an alternative. It’s a start, at least. 

Being me…

… So how do THOSE all fit together?

I get these “emails from the Universe” every weekday. Some days they’re pretty out there, yet other days, the brief statements just, well, speak to me.

Monday’s was one of the ones that spoke to me:

There are so many things you don’t know. Things, quite frankly, that you can’t know. About the magic, the unseen, and the miraculous logistics that can so swiftly change a life. It’s enough to daunt even the hardiest of souls. But, then again, one needn’t learn the mysteries of the wind, to sail effortlessly around the world, either.

That last part (…one needn’t learn the mysteries of the wind, to sail effortlessly around the world, either) made me sit up and take notice. 
Sometimes, it’s not about pursuing the same path. 
Sometimes, it’s about jumping, and knowing (and hoping) the path will appear. 
Dogged determination and persistence are all well and good, but, well, sometimes you just have to trust that a change in direction is the right choice. 
This has been a hard lesson for me to learn. Of course. 
And yet, I’m closer than I have been. 
Finding MY true North… what an idea! 
I also follow 2 bloggers who alluded to this idea in posts recently. 
Katie, at Talk Less Say More wrote a wonderful post a few weeks ago (I’m chronically behind on blog reading…) that “Not everyone is going to resonate with your message, vibe with your energy, understand your humor, see your heart, believe in your mission, or want to stand by your side… YOU BE YOU. I’ll be over here BEING ME…” (http://www.talkless-saymore.com/that-moment-when-you-need-to-take-back-your-power/
And then Lindsay, from Bourbon, Lipstick, and Stilettos, posted about Enjoying the Simpler things. One of the paragraphs really stood out to me: “My hope for you is that you’re able to enjoy the simple things. That you make time for you. That you’re able to enjoy reading or writing or creating. That you’re able to enjoy those you love. That you can get out of bed and enjoy a beautiful, warm spring day. That you’re not accepting nonsense. That you say no to shit that doesn’t serve you. That you feel free from pressure and sadness. That you feel happy. That you feel free.” (http://bourbonlipstickandstilettos.com/2019/03/enjoying-the-simple-things-a-challenge/)
What a concept! Not hurting others, or neglecting them, obviously, but finding what feeds YOUR soul. What makes YOU happy. And, as Katie said, remembering that is not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. 
Being comfortable with being me. I like it. 

Words of wisdom and insight from children’s literature…

I have a habit of rereading old favorites from childhood, and have been working through the series in more or less chronological order (according to when I first remember reading them). One of my absolute favorites is Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising sequence. I’m on the last book, and already mourning the loss of this world (until I read it again). Silver on the Tree describes the final rise of the Dark, and the Light trying to rid the world of it.

While I didn’t want to get in to politics, there are so many bits of text in this book that just… speak to me, in the current political climate here in the US. I will say that I am an unapologetic liberal, perhaps a bit extreme in my views for some, but firm in my beliefs and political leanings. If you can read between the lines there, you will see why these quotes have spoken to me recently, as we grapple with the, well, dumpster fire that is the current presidency. (I tried, I really did, but really, that’s what it is to me…)

Here are a few that I have marked thus far… 

  • “…and for a time the world will seem to vanish beneath the shadow of the Dark. And emerge, and vanish again, and again emerge, as it has been done through all the length of what men call their history.” (Merriman, to Will)

Quite honestly, this one gives me a bit of hope that we will emerge from this era. Perhaps not unscathed, but changed, and (I hope) stronger in our determination to care for our fellow human beings.

  • “You know how many there are. You can’t convince them and you can’t kill ’em. You can only do your best in the opposite direction.” (Mr. Stanton, after encountering the racist dad)

A reminder, which I need most days, to put as much good and joy into the world as I possibly can… that small acts, accumulating over time, will “bend the arc” towards the good. Someday.

  • “All life is theatre. We are all actors, you and I , in a play which nobody wrote and which nobody will see. We have no audience but ourselves…” (Gwion)

Not as much on politics, but a reminder to myself to be true to me, to remember who I am in the midst of day to day nuttiness and seemingly endless reminders that I am not like everyone else.

  • “Why should some of the Riders of the Dark be dressed all in white and the rest all in black?…” …”Without colour… I don’t know. Maybe because the Dark can only reach people at extremes – blinded by their own shining ideas, or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.” (Bran and Will)

To better days, to light, and life, and love.

Small acts of kindness

“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” 
― Dalai Lama XIV
“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” 
― Desmond Tutu
I was thinking about small acts of kindness on my way in to work today. 
The smiles shared by people on the early bus as the 3 year old with her busy mother chatters with her bus friends. 
The joy they get from bringing her small treats… toys from McDonald’s… and the gifts she gives them in return… drawings and “letters” and love. 
It takes so little to be kind. 
And then I got here, to the office, and there was a small bag from one of my students hanging on the door handle, with a couple of cookies, just because, and a card. 
I’ve had students randomly send me thank you cards. 
And random thank you emails. 
And it just makes my day. 
So I am trying, making an effort, to be kind. 
To say “Have a good day” to the man on the bus who clearly has some challenges interacting with people. 
To disengage from my phone when I am checking out at a store, and saying a few words to the person helping me. 
To remember that everyone is fighting their own battles, I know nothing about them, and perhaps a bit of kindness will help them get through the day. 
It can be hard to remember when my view of someone is clouded by preconceptions, misconceptions, or dislike. But really? In the grand scheme of things, I don’t need to “win”. I just need to be kind. Share a little good. Put some light into the world. 
(Gosh, this is a pollyanna kind of week for me… I’m thinking it’s the start of spring and the hope of warmer weather. Perhaps I’ll be back to grumpy and curmudgeonly this weekend, when we’re supposed to have rain. Or maybe not. :>)

Spring, you are so welcome this year…

Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
I try so hard to enjoy every season, but man, it has been hard to enjoy this winter. 
Polar vortexes. Ice. Snow. No handy – and much anticipated – February thaw. 
Challenges with travel, driving, seeing my husband (one of the drawbacks to living 3 hours apart, separated primarily by rural roads…). 
I am so glad… SO glad… that it is now spring. 
I don’t care for daylight saving time – that’s not a popular opinion, I know, but when you are a super-early morning person, who sometimes in the summer is in bed while it’s still light out, having more light in the evening is pretty meh. 
I prefer my light in the morning. 
BUT this year? I will take it, thanks, and be happy. 
I don’t have to put on a whole additional layer of clothing before leaving the apartment. 
I hear birds singing every day. 
I can see the stars again. 
Appreciate every season for what it is? Absolutely. 
Welcome spring, its warmth, its mud, its rains? Absolutely. 
Turning my face to the sunshine, reveling in the (relative warmth), and anticipating what’s next. 
Time to start growing again…