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Routines vs. Ruts

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It has been about a month since I started at Everbridge. After some initial growing pains and family adjustments, I feel as though I have the semblance of a routine down.
6:30 wake up
7:30 get in shower
8:15 leave for the office
8:20 ish reach the office, get a coffee, get set up
8:45 start the work day
5ish/6ish leave work
go for a walk / meet up with friends / errands
eat dinner
watch or read something
sleep

from my instagram: a fox hill flower caught when I was running. 

The day gradually loses it's rigid scheduling post-work, but I think that is healthy and necessary for me. The mornings are MY TIME, I have learned. No one else is awake. I love the sound of my feet hitting pavement. No dogs are awake to bark at me. I can belt my tunes out @ Fox Hill and have nary a witness. I love finding a new playlist, and just ambling on by, my feet figuring out the route of the day. Chasing the sun, but in a pleasurable way that lacks urgency and more infused with the effervescent of a new day dawning. And now that I have said it online, a small piece of that anonymity is lost. But it amuses me because this running or walking in my neighborhood self-care piece has been a longstanding habit of mine since middle school when I would take my fat iPod Video out on walks with a Harry Potter podcast loaded for the way, rain or shine. There's a calm quiet my brain enjoys because it fills that space with roaming thoughts and little queries and hums to life from the groggy sleep-mode of the night. That time is vital. No negotiations-- it is carved out on my calendars as ME time. But the beauty of a morning routine is that no carving is inherently required; sunrises occur daily, but you have to will yourself not to miss them.

xoxo,
maithreyi (or I guess I go by Ray now? A post on that development to come! :P)




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