Does the universe conjure up my routine?
Muse #449 - seems like that
It seems like the universe conjures my routine. And my routine is demanded or built around other routines. And those seem to be non-ending list…
My work arountine for sure with its specific milestones driving the variation in my daily patterns
My dog’s routine, his feeding and walks
My intersections with my families routines - my wife’s and sometimes my daughters
the routine that my clothes and dishes demand to be washed and kept in reusable condition
the routine driven by my house chores and needs and the never ending list of cleaning, moving, putting up things and maintaining things that need maintaining - rotuines that my furnace likes, my garden spinkler likes, my grass and its growth likes
the routine driven by my cars like filling them with fuel, changing their oil and tires
the routine driven by the sun, every day with its ever changing patterns of dawn, sunrise, sunset and dusk. impacting my sleep and wake-up routines
the routine driven by the weather - driving changes in what I wear and my seasonal allergies in may and august.
the routines demanded by my hunger and the need to eat
the routine demanded by my chemical needs and releases - impacting all the way from my mood to my energy to do things each day
the routine driven by my limitations from my diabetes, heart surgery and a host of design deficiets that each one is blessed with
the routine driven by the needs for exercise - the walks, the meditations, the cardio and the strength training (the ones that I should be ideally doing)
the routines driven by vacations, holidays, festivals, family groupings, religious events, cultural expectations…. on and on and on…
After all these routines that drive my routines, where is the time for my actual routine?
The universe seems to be driving my routine. I hope I have a little bit time for the things that I want or need to be in it. Is it too much to ask? The answer is in a black hole somewhere.