Hi, friends. How are you doing?
Not gonna lie: Last week was stressful. Some of it was stress of my own making; some of it was because of actual not-great things happened–like, for example, our air conditioner deciding to die, leaving us with an apartment that–no joke–hit the 90-degree mark and stayed there for quite awhile. I’m thankful we have a wonderful landlord that found us a place to stay until it got fixed, because two nights of no sleep in that heat would have made me very, very unhappy. (I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a bit of a delicate flower when it comes to dealing with things like the a/c breaking, but I think we can all agree that it sucks nonetheless.)
Anyway, all of this self-inflicted-or-otherwise drama has made me realize that I’ve actually been feeling a bit off for the past couple of months. Don’t get me wrong–everything is actually really good. Wedding plans are moving right along (four months!), work is good, personal life is good. But my daily routine is out of whack.
Let me rephrase that: I don’t actually have a daily routine.
Here is how my day generally goes: Wake up 20 minutes before I have to be at work (after hitting snooze too many times). Make–then scarf down–a green smoothie, brew coffee, take a super-quick shower, rush out the door with wet hair, arrive to work with coffee in hand and hopefully not on my body. Work a regular day, sometimes head to an after-work event/gym sesh/dinner, sometimes just head home and make dinner, then hang until it’s time for bed, at which point I wash my face with whatever I feel like (sometimes coconut oil, sometimes a gentle cleanser–again, no routine), brush my teeth and crawl under the covers sometime between 10:30 p.m.-12:30 a.m. It’s not exactly conducive to easing an already anxiety-ridden mind, you know?
So this past week, I took a look at my life and made a list–basically what you see in the paragraph above–of what’s not working, and then in another column I jotted down some proposed solutions. Like, if I got up an hour earlier, I would have time to walk Rambo (which I love doing in the mornings), talk to Rob like a human being, take a decent-length shower, blow-dry my hair and drink my coffee in the comfort of my own home. (If I got up two hours earlier, I could work out–imagine that!) If I tried to go to bed at roughly the same time every night, I could plan my evenings accordingly–and take time to start some nice pre-bedtime traditions, like unplugging from technology and reading a book, and getting into a nighttime skincare regimen. I mean, it just makes sense. And yet, it takes me feeling totally anxious about life for me to think about it.
Do you have routines that you try to stick to? I’m thinking about reading The Power of Habit to get some more perspective on this whole thing–have you read it?
Would love to hear your thoughts. xoxo