|^^^Evening stroll we took the other day...kind of reminded me of this night in San Diego.^^^|
I've been thinking about how routine my life has become as of late.
I wake up around 8.
Grab my phone, check emails & Instagram, usually.
We finally get ourselves out of bed around 9.
We make the same breakfast every morning together. I'm in charge of the scrambled egg whites, he's in charge of the bagel thins and turkey bacon. (And I must say, we've pretty much perfected the timing of everything to be done at the exact same time. And trust me, it's not always easy.)
We eat our breakfast at our little kitchen table and have our morning chats over coffee.
Sometimes it's about finances. Sometimes it's about the weird dreams we had the night before. This morning, The Dizzle asked me where I saw our lives 10 years from now.
To which I kind of half-assed an answer, because like my good friend Mo told me today, there's really no sense in trying to plan where you'll end up because life has a way of taking you places you never thought you'd be. (or something profound like that).
Anyway, after breakfast, I'll usually get my gym clothes on (if I haven't already been wearing them from the night before) and head out to the gym where I pump some mad iron.
Sometimes The Dizzle kicks my ass for an hour (btw, have I mentioned that I love having a personal trainer for a boyfriend?), and sometimes Mo and I will throw some kettlebells around together, but I must say, I've really come to enjoy my hour sweat sesh.
Get those endorphins going, knowwhatimean?
After the gym, I come home, drink a protein shake, and get ready for styling.
(Notice how I didn't say I come home and take a shower? <---Gross, I know.)
I set up my laptop at my little makeshift office (a.k.a. the end table pulled up to the couch), and I open up my Stitch Fix Dashboard.
I then submerge myself in the world of fashion and style ladies from around the country for about 5 hours.
Once that's done, it's time to make dinner!
This has also come to be something I look forward to doing.
I know! Me...enjoying cooking....my how the times have changed.
Once dinner is ready, we'll get our plates filled, then head over to the Living Room (a.k.a. our bed with my laptop as the TV).
We'll usually open Hulu and watch either A) Modern Family, B) Parks & Recreation, or if he's being a really good sport, C) Grey's Anatomy.
Once dinner is done, we'll have a Weight Watchers Popsicle for dessert (as I secretly imagine it to be a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream).
Then it's time to wind down, and we'll read, or talk, or one of us will just fall asleep during said show.
And that's it.
That is my day in a nutshell - sub a day or two where I'm at the boutique, or today, for instance, when I threw routine out the window and went to the beach instead.
But baaaaaasically, yes, those are my days.
But you know what? As boring and "routine" as it all is, I've gotta tell ya, I'm really enjoying this time of my life. In fact, boredom is not even a factor.
I love our mornings together.
I love having time for the gym.
I love working at my little couch/end table office or at the boutique.
I love eating our home cooked meals together.
Perhaps maybe why I love it so much is because yes, I do know life can change drastically and quickly.
And I know that life WILL be changing drastically and quickly at this stage in our lives.
So I guess I want to make sure I soak up these routine days.
I want to live in the moment and just be, you know?
Because I feel as though I might blink and be 37 with 3 kids and a mortgage before I know it. (That's basically the answer I gave Verner for my 10 year "plan", btw.)
How do you feel about routine?
Does it comfort you or do you hate it and need adventure on the daily?