It never fails. Never. When I put on my rubber shoes and walk along the pebbly beach, things come into perspective. The small things really look small again and the big things are clearer and finding ways to deal with them come clear as well. Is this some sort of magic?
I have made it a habit to go to the beach every day, but in the past few weeks I stopped doing that. I was working so hard on my book I didn’t think I had time. I didn’t make the time.
Writing feels great and so does a beach walk. They both leave me feeling more fully myself. I’ll just have to drop some of the non-essentials, like those blasted computer games, and make sure I walk on the beach and write every day.
Another routine that is such a gift to me is one I got from my daughter, Lace. A young mother with two little kids, she found planning meals at the last minute was exhausting and time wasting. I now do what she does; each day of the week is a different ethnic meal. Last night I made Thai food. Today’s lunch was delicious leftovers from that meal. Tonight it’s Mexican. I’ll go out later this afternoon and pick up whatever ingredients I’m missing.
So, making a place each day for things that matter to me, a walk on the beach, writing, and meals that satisfy, are routines that work for me.
How about you?