Isn’t it funny how routines and rituals evolve? You do something once and it works or it’s nice, so you find yourself doing it again. And again. And again! And before you know it that little habit is so deeply ingrained in your daily rhythm, you couldn’t possibly imagine life without it.
I used to hate routine. When we were living in Sydney and I was spending three hours each day commuting to work on the train, sitting in a little cubicle all day, then coming home to flop on the couch in front of the TV at night, I thought the routine of daily life was utterly wretched. I resented how monotonous every day was and lamented the freedom my routine denied me. I was convinced routine was the enemy.
But it turns out I had it all wrong! I don’t actually hate routine. I just hated that particular routine. The daily patterns that are beginning to take shape in our new home are a different story entirely. Starting each morning with a mug of cinnamon tea and the news on the radio. Biweekly muffin baking sessions. Walking Daisy over to visit my mum’s dogs. Sharing a giant vintage pyrex bowl full of popcorn. Turning the sprinklers on the (very nearly dead) Hydrangeas in the evening. Those seemingly unimportant habits and simple actions are quickly becoming reoccurring features of our daily life. And much to my surprise, they make me really happy.
As we settle into a comfortable rhythm in our new home, I can’t help but think about all the new rituals we will adopt and those we will discard as our lives here continue to move from chapter to chapter. I can’t wait to see what patterns will unfold in the coming weeks, months and years.
But I’m equally thankful for the happy routine of right now.