I am a very routine person.
Waking up, going to work and coming home is a cycle I try to maintain. In the minuscule pockets of space I have between these things, I try to s q u e e z e in some of my hobbies and favorite indulgences.
But that is exactly my problem.
I have always taken pride in making lists, setting alarms or attending appointments, because that is what an adult does, right? It makes me feel mature, somewhat accomplished to have my own “schedule” and ultimately satisfy my personal need to keep doing something.
In the job I have, a regular morning is waking up at 4 A.M., surrounding myself with people and caffeine until about noon, and continuing my day at home or just with myself. I work in very unique part of Phoenix, a large community with different shops, artists and entertainment that I have put in my mental notes as Eventual. I am just now realizing that I l i v e in the center of this everyday art, and my experiences rely on my physical drive to go out and do.
Am I the only one that feels this way?
I keep telling myself to set goals to my different niches and I really need to take my own advice. Getting up more and pausing Real Housewives of New York has to be step one.
I have to start screaming internally to myself to be present more. See more. Do more. Be more. I am only now discovering that I am surrounded by the things I mark as “To Do,” and so is everyone else. Teaching ourselves to live a bit more mentally freelance allows us all to live in a creative way, while utilizing what our communities have to offer us.
It is almost obnoxious the amount of detail and creativity around me everyday.
Here are a few times I opened my eyes and captured this summer in a thought to just exist:
How do you fit little adventures into your everyday routines?
One thing I did first was assess my wasted time. See what I did here.