Prompt for December 14: Ordinary Time: Tell us about an ordinary week in your 2011 life; describe your routine. Do you hope that your day-to-day, week-to-week life remains much the same in the coming year, or are you trying to shake things up? How will you do that?
One of the... I guess you wouldn't say benefit but one of the effects of living on auto pilot is that your weekly routine becomes, well, routine. And when you love control and try to plan and plot out more than is humanely possible, being able to relatively anticipate life is pleasant.
Weekdays: Alarm sounds, I turn it off. Back up alarm sounds, I turn it off. Drag out of bed, feed cats, perform ablutions (namely scrubbing at eyes with heel of hand wondering when I began to look so haggard).
Get dressed - since I started doing an outfit of the day album on fbook (I know, is the height of narcissism but am really doing it to be practical, truly. On my own morning devices, I'll manage to put on clothes but that's about it. If I'm laying outfits out five at a time on the weekends, then I actually use more items in my closet and combine them in different ways.)
Work - thankfully, this year has been relatively even keeled as far as projects coming in and my knowing how to do them. Huzzah!
Home - walk Tilly. Chat on phone. Scrounge up dinner, TV, bed.
Weekends: Wake up before the time of the weekday alarm, every. single. weekend. Feed cats, pull on yoga pants, walk Tilly. Head out to delicious cafe for a bagel sandwich or perhaps meet a friend for brunch. Plan outfits, TV, cook, shopping, half-hearted cleaning.
I've arrived at a point where I feel like I would achieve a greater measure of happiness if I diverted some of the shoe budget to a cleaning service. It's a sad day.
Obviously, some shaking up would serve me well. I'm hopeful that work remains even keeled or that if I'm at a new job that I pick things up quickly and can get settled. Not knowing and having to come up with answers makes me a panicked girl. And while I do recognize my limits and adopting a shake, rattle, and roll routine is not going to behoove me, injecting a bit of a jig would be a good thing.
I can't just dance in the living room, right?
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