The Mother of Invention
I am a creature of habit. When I get up in the morning, I have a routine—a litany of ceremonies—that I go through, and always in a specific order. But yesterday it didn’t go like that.
• Wake up and go pee
• Do neti pot
• Go to gym
• Oil pull teeth
• Dry brush skin
• Shower, etc…
Completing these activities in order is my “anchor” of sorts and contributes to a feeling that all is right in my world. When I am done with my morning routine I have a sense that I can do/accomplish/be whatever I have intended for that day. I need structure and some level of sameness in my morning schedule. When that doesn’t happen I get all messed up and I know it. Yesterday’s out of control start to the day—and subsequent skipped gym workout—became an excuse to overeat and make bad food choices the rest of the day. (Isn’t it weird how we get into that “well, I’m already bad, might as well be real bad” mindset?)
For me, yesterday—thankfully—was an isolated incident. Usually I am on track with my routine and I feel as though meeting my schedule is effortless. But I met with a client today who doesn’t have any sort of a daily practice at all. Her lifestyle and circumstances don’t require her to be anywhere in particular on a regular basis, and she’s experiencing less-than-optimal outcomes as a result. It made me value and appreciate (and recommit to) my well-worn groove even more.
If you’re having a hard time achieving goals, my best advice is to create a schedule that works for you and stick to it, even if you have to invent your obligations.