On Missing Routine

I haven't been able to maintain a routine for several months now. I'm not blaming myself, as I simply had no desire to follow one. The idea of routinely doing any activity made me genuinely uncomfortable, so I didn't force myself into it.

Why should I?

Routine, to me, gives a semblance of control to one's life. As James Clear says, "In the absence of routine, we drift". But what if to drift is what my mind wants?

Not reading. Not writing. Not pondering on stuff. Just drift through the days. Let the time flow as I sit at the banks and observe numbly. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Too much of anything is bad. A prolonged lack of something is equally bad.

So, I have decided to get my life back into routine as of yesterday. Not force myself to do all of it. But start doing some of it. Go to sleep on time. Wake up on time. Have a list of things to accomplish during the day. Get through as many as I can. Eat well, healthy.

And get my habit tracker back in front of me.

Not with the intention to tick all of them off today. But with the hope of marking some of them off today. Because the only way I know of getting back to routine is by getting back to routine.