Routines are good for you. At least some of them. Everyday I wake up and I am thankful for this awakening. Then I take a moment to pray that everyone wakes in peace.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than miserable.
Then I shower and enjoy the freshness of it. Then I have by breakfast. And I am thankful for the non-gluten bread, peanut butter and the taste of bitter-sweet orange jam. I pray that everyone has a chance to eat that well.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than careless.
Then I work for an hour or two – mostly social media profiles and mails. It is a good creative kickstart of the day. Nothing too difficult. Nothing to easy. I pray that everyone can have work and enjoy it as much as I do.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than greedy.
Since I am in Australia, I always try to take a 30 minutes walk by the ocean with my favourite cup of coffee. This cup is prepared by one of the nicest people I've met here – the barristas at ESPL Coffee in Surfers Paradise. They know my order – a flat white soy milk with extra espresso shot. They still try to figure out my name though… And that is alright. You can call me anything, as long as you mean it. The coffee is a perfect home made blend of Brazilian, Guatemalan and Nicaraguan beans that have been medium roasted to perfection. Served at around 60 degrees celsius makes it easy to enjoy it right away. I pray everyone can taste coffee that divine.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than sly.
I then walk. I walk and I smile. I sometimes laugh and today I have almost burst into tears while laughing so intensely. Those were tears of joy. The joy of being alive. Being surrounded by people who are amazingly talented and good. I see that in you. I see that in people. It only takes one smile and this beauty seeks way to show its full appeal. I smile and I know this smile is part of the catalyst reaction that can bring out the best in people.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than miserable.
I then go back and work for two to three hours. Depending on the project it can be something creative or something rather mundane, but I thank for both as there is no day without the night.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than grumpy.
I then workout. I love to sweat and breathe heavily and I love the tension and the fight. I remember that it is not a size of a dog in a fight, but it is the size of the fight in the dog. I fight. Not to be pretty but to be stronger. Not to be sexy but to be healthier. Well, all right. I'm doing it to be sexy to… And I pray one day I'll be less vain than that.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than empty.
I work further 3 or 4 hours and take a swim. I love to swim. I love the feel of water agains my body. I love the floating experience and the coolness of water against my 36,7. I love to dive. And I pray everyone can experience that.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than cunning.
I then work till 9 p.m. I love the late hours. There is something magical about the quiet of the night and the focus of the last minutes of putting things together before you can have a rest. I pray everyone has a chance to fulfil their potential on every given day like I do.
As much as I realise how naive this may seem, I'd rather be naive, than angry.
Routines can be good. The good ones at least. They mark your mental territory, they help you meditate the daily tasks. They make you feel safe. They also become something that you can break. And that is good to. What are your thoughts on routines?
