I'm a creature of habit. I'm pretty sure I became this way as an adult because I didn't have a lot of structure and stability as a kid which made me anxious. As an adult I had to make my own structure to function without anxiety. I'm also a planner which interferes with my plans to be more spontaneous. Who plans to be spontaneous? That would be this girl. Since I became single, and my kids are grown it's become much easier for me to stick to a somewhat scheduled day. I have a routine that I do almost every day, except on the weekends, but even then it's usually planned ahead of time. Laying around and doing nothing is very hard for me, even when I'm sick.
When I get home from work the first thing I do is feed the cat and ask her how her day was. Then I go straight to the coffee maker and get the coffee ready for the next morning. If I make myself a big dinner I will usually pack a lunch of leftover's for the next days lunch. I even clean most of the dishes, pots and pans after I've used them, as I'm cooking. I then go to my bedroom and change into yoga pants and do a 30 minute workout, and then jump in the shower. My morning ritual consist of getting dressed, feeding the cat, cleaning out the liter box, and I'm out the door. I even try to park in the same spot everyday, or at least in the same row at work.
I read an article the other day about how messy people are more intelligent than organized people. How can this be so? They also tend to be procrastinators, and live in chaos, but yet I'm the unintelligent one? I guess I'm just not a person who can thrive in a disorderly environment. I try to let loose sometimes and let things go, but that only makes me less productive. Why do organized, tidy, structured people with a plan always get labeled negatively? Why doesn't everyone organize their closet according to sleeve length, casual clothes in the front, dress clothes in the back, and all the hangers facing inward? Oh for Pete's sake don't get your panties in a bunch over my neatness. Fold those panties nicely. Bikini on the left, boy shorts on the right, and thongs in the back.
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