Every now and again I fall victim to routine. I’m a full-on-full-fledged
I-have-breakfast-at-6-and-again-at-10 kind of girl. I have a favorite Pilates studio that I swear
by—devout and devoted. Lunch at 12
sounds just fine. Barry’s at 12:30 on
Fridays, and dinner at 6 is generally the case.
As much as I value spontaneity and the unknown, I often find myself
unknowingly headed towards a comfortable state of predictability. It’s my safe space. It’s your safe space. Stray too far from equilibrium, and it’s just
a mere matter of time before you find yourself right back where you started. But who can blame you? Who can blame me? Many times, comfort and stability is where
it’s at—it’s what many people strive for.
Sunny skies and calm waters equate to smooth sailing. But without a change of tide or a shift in
current, days on the smooth seas could easily bleed into weeks, months—years
even. Glasses fog over, and experiences
and memories blur. Time flies, and it
does so even when you’re not having the most absolute and overindulgent type of
fun.
Some wise man said it best—in life, change is the only
constant. However, in order for that to
be the case, you need to get out of your own way and stop being your biggest
roadblock. Defog those lenses, and in
doing so, sharpen those lines between every memory and experience. Let time fly, but only on your watch. Be present for each and every second, minute,
and hour of that journey. Break the routine
and bask in the light of that discomfort.
Exhale, and let go of all the things that fail to serve you. In other crunchy-granola-words, drop the
avocado toast, and ditch the green superfood smoothie. Reach for the lox and the knekkebrod. Nordic-game strong, because you’re in Norway,
little lady.
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