Creatures of habit

I didn’t think I liked routines – restrictive things that boxed me in and wouldn’t allow me to be creative and responsive to the here and now. So it’s good to notice that I’ve perhaps got into a rut. Sunday late afternoon is the time I usually put the bins out and so either go round emptying all the inside bins and maybe have a bit of a tidy, or – if it’s green bin week – go out into the garden to gather as much debris there as I can possible cram into the wheelie bin. And then it’s the usual school night prep for the day before.

Only last night for the first Sunday eve ever, I didn’t have the kids, and went to see a film, and had to find different ways to occupy myself in the evening. Post-film it was too dark to garden, but as I didn’t have to get the kids ready for school this morning, I asked what was stopping me from going out this morning before work to do it? Only a sense that it wasn’t what I “normally” did. And so out I went, in my wellies and PJs and reminded myself how much I love the early morning air. And how I don’t have to be a slave to convention or people’s expectations, but actually can shape my own life a little J