When I was a child routine seemed boring and like a chore. As I got older I got used to it. Sometimes I’ve welcomed routine as mental break of sorts.
I'll be honest about routine. Routines can be an escape. And routine lacks stimulation.
Sometimes routine is much of what we do in our modern world.
Everywhere I turn someone is scrolling through facebook. It seems a routine practice to go on their when one is bored, needing stimulation or inspiration.
So, do you feel like there is more interesting stuff on social media than around you or in your life? And if so, could you admit it?
Routines seem to take the wonder out of us.
Even eating becomes a routine rather than a savory experience. We take for granted that having a human experience means we get to savor each bite. Instead of enjoying the richness of flavors and aromas we reduce eating to a routine.
Routine leaves out the senses.
When I was a child I enjoyed the yumminess of ice cream....All my senses engaged in every moment. When I grew up, routine became my way of life. Get up and go....Go to school, the gym and work. Go to the grocery store... Go, go, go.
No time for just being. Sometimes too much time healing. Not enough time feeling, grieving or enjoying the view.
No time in wonderland....
It is known territory. It is a safe zone. No risk or novelty to routine. No divergence or false sense of hope.
Routine may not be fascinating or fun, but it is enticing to an out of sync human being.
Out of sync with the wonder of being. Wonder of not knowing and wonder of just knowing.
Not knowing everything but knowing what matters.
Knowing that love is all that truly matters. From deep within knowing love as life itself. Instinctively knowing something when there is no evidence but that gut feeling. A gut feeling that if respected illuminates the path from the inside out.
Intuitively guided without a rigid plan or routine, but by wonder. Wonder of unexpected or unforeseen steps. Living in wonder is not just for Alice in Wonderland. It is not just limited to when I was a child. I’m still a curious and creative girl at heart, only time is showing on my face and body.
Thanks to the unexpected I am also wiser. Wise enough to know that too much routine takes out the wonder of my life.
Too much routine takes out the wonder of being.
Being here and not in tomorrowland. Being here and not in yesterday's world.
Being curious here and now.
Curious about what I think I know and what I don't know.
Afterall, wonder is filled with inquiry!
Life is this moment full of wonder. And then the next moment....
Life filled with unexpected twists and turns?
Life full of surprises.
Surprises are twists and turns.
Twists and turns are platforms for wonder.
Wonder in the here.
All there is here.
Here is all there is. Yes, time exists because I am not a child anymore nor an old womyn. But, life is made up of moments.
We live many moments not routines.
Wonder is happiness and great joy.
Maybe sometimes routine can be full of wonder.
Routine filled with wonder?
When I take time to feel the monotony of routine I am blessed. Blessed by the simplicity of routine. Blessed to experience mundane as well as extraordinary. Blessed by being human. A smile emerges because I am human.
Smiling I feel happy. Happy I embrace the moment.
Maybe routine is the interlude to wonder. Maybe wonder is in the routine.
Afterall, routines are moments….
Moments noticed or gone?
Moments gone with the wind. Moments missed....
Missed moments or me unaware?
Unaware I fall into routine.
Maybe it is routine because I fail to notice the moment.
Fail to notice that life can be like a 'hide and seek' game.
Only maybe, my routine is to hide and seek instead of being caught up in the playful moments.
Playful moments when I am surrendered to life. Surrendered to the wonder of routine? No, wonder of being human.
Wondrous dance of being human.
Have you allowed routine to take the wonder of being alive?