For a good many years, my days have begun very early and ended very late. For most of that time, I have been working, whether it has been on the nine-to-five treadmill (which very seldom was just nine-to-five), doing housework and gardening, cooking or writing…or the myriad other jobs that come with adulthood, parenthood and the age of responsibility. Weekends and the misnamed ‘holidays’ simply exchanged one task for another, fitting the things I wanted to do in between those I had to. Even meditation periods become part of the routine, slotting in between other necessities. It doesn’t really matter whether you love what you are doing or not…and I do… it is the constant motion of the wheel of doing that gets hold of us. Escaping the hamster wheel is a dream many share, but for most of us, a dream is all it may ever be.
The trouble is that we get caught up by what we do… and the more we do, the more it holds us. We start to believe that if we don’t do it, no-one else will… or that we do it best/quickest/most efficiently. Even worse, for many of us, especially in the domestic arena, that is probably true…simply because we have been doing it for so long that we have grown efficient through long habit. Even when the need is no longer there, we still carry on with the old ways, sticking to the same routines because we do them on autopilot. When something forces us to stop for a while, it feels odd, things nag at us somewhere below the surface and we find it hard to switch off.
There is a constant pressure of routine that creates an unconscious level of chronic stress that has been shown to have adverse effects on health, weight, sleep and emotional wellbeing. It is insidious and we don’t even notice it, so deeply ingrained does it become.
It took me a while after the boys had all left home and I was living alone with the dog, to realise that actually, I wouldn’t be burned at the stake if I didn’t dust and polish every morning. The sky would not fall if I didn’t do the laundry every day and I would neither starve to death nor be ostracised by society if I chose not to cook. In fact, if it wasn’t for the dog, her toys and her fur, I would actually have very little around the house that had to be done every day. Okay, I would keep the place nice for me… and for any unexpected visitors… but it was no longer an imperative…
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Lovely capture.
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Thank you. It was a glorious sunset, a couple of years ago now.
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this is all so true, sue. i’m glad that you discovered it before you couldn’t enjoy the realization )
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The sad thing is that I have always known it.. but we are young and have all the time in the world…until we start to realise that maybe we don’t.
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This is an important reliasation, Sue! Thanks for sharing. I think we’re all guilty of it, at any age, of just thinking we have all the time in the world. We’re happy to waste time, or get caught up within the monotony of the day, only to later regret time we’ve spent in some of these patterns. Mindfulness is key 🙂
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There are a lot of things that must be done, whether we like it or not. Awareness of each task and moment changes the nature of them… if we can hold that awareness 🙂
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I think that’s the key there; holding onto awareness.
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So do I, Shaun.
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Dame Judi Dench seems to be good for whatever ails one. 🙂
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Yes, I like that woman 🙂
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