I’m up earlier than usual this morning. I have to be at SMU (on the north side of Dallas) by 9 am.
On days like this I realize what a creature of habit I am; how routinized my life has become. I have had to break some of that this morning: no hitting the snooze bar, no morning workout, no breakfast with Rachel over the morning paper.
Yet I am maintaining enough of my normal routine that it not unsettling. I’ve kept the same rhythm through shower and shaving, same coffee and breakfast prep, same walk down the driveway for the paper.
Much as I like to think I am a spontaneous, go with the flow guy, I’ve come to realize in recent years that my willingness to be spontaneous depends upon my having some routine established. I like the new, but don’t give it to me all at once.