One of my goals for this coming year is to make more of the benefits of routine.
Routine does not come naturally to me, and for most of my life I have preferred the adrenalin kick of a chaotic lifestyle. At least, that is what my internal systems have always believed. A girl can have too much chaos in her life at times however and I found myself last night actually feeling excited at the prospect of Mr L’s return to work today. It dawns on me that I do enjoy aÂ routine. Perhaps routine is too strong a word for it, maybe “a loose framework” is the concept that I am struggling to grasp here. You know… the simple separation between work days and non-work days. The eating of meals at relatively organised times. Fundamental housework tasks being effected and not totally neglected. Simple stuff.
Heck – who am I kidding? What I really like is that Mr L is safely tied to his desk, leaving my time free to do pretty much as I please — so long as lunch is ready for 1pmÂ or thereabouts. The bit that I truly dislike is the housework. The mundane routine of living. I escape from that as much as I can — and I end up doing stuff because it really cannot wait any longer and must be done right now.Â I finish by resenting the work even more. Of course, in escaping the drudgery, I procrastinate (who mentioned Popcap?) The outcome is that I get very little done at all.
Now, I recognise that a proper routine will free up lots more time in which to do the things that I want to do. It has been said before. Many times. This time, I really want to achieve it. I am getting old. There isn’t much time left and there is so much to be achieved. I must make more time and space in my life. What I need to do is to work out why my goals in this respect are always doomed to failure.
Am I too strict?
Is there a part of my psyche that says that “routine” is necessarily boring, mundane, and inherently worthy – that in order to establish a “routine” I actually have to begin doing the things that I hate in order to earn the privilege of time to do the things that I want to do? No wonder that I fail!
Writing down on a sheet of paper: Monday – laundry, Tuesday – vaccuming, Wednesday…. etc. It is never going to work for me, is it? It just makes me ready to weep after the first four days.
What a challenge! I need to establish a routine that works for me — one that keeps me happy and productive, and one that I can stick to. It needs to free up time by directing my daily hours into production rather than avoidance.
One thing that I do know is that I have to meet this challenge now and not defer it until later, or it will not be done. Today is the day for finding my daily structure, not forgetting that today is always today and tomorrow never comes.
Writing it down like this is helping me to see that I need to apportion my time more loosely than I have attempted before. I can “gift” some hours to the house and garden but I do not need to timetable the activities. I can cast around each day for the most necessary and/or appealing tasks, and just get on with them for the allotted time, before settling down to my “me” time.
I think that it might work. It might even see the house in a more orderly state! To be honest, as long as it makes more time for me to continue to learn to spin and to weave — I don’t really care. I also want to factor in more exercise time, more time to consolidate the dogs and their training, and get back to doing some papercrafts and some writing. At the same time, I don’t want my knitting productivity to suffer but I really want to be less one-dimensional.
You know, there really is no time for washing up!
It is a tall order, but I do mean to whip this thing into submission. Hopefully I’ll get back to my blogging routine as an outcome of this process.
I said today was the start, so I’d better offer up a little WIP Wednesday detail…
The first of a pair of “ferry socks”, second one not yet cast on – Opal Surprise (from p2tog.com) and my tailored adapatation of the simple sock pattern that comes with Opal yarn. For Mr L.
My Mingus sock. Started in August 2008! Revived this week and I am going for the finish. Knitted in Bonny from The Yarn Yard. For me. Still on the first sock, put away after the first repeat. Now half of the seond leg repeat done.
Mostly my effort this week will be in the Bridgewater edging, with its 14 hours remaining…
EDIT: I forgot to add. One other thing that I have in progress is a quantity of frogging. I am being honest with my UFOs and dispensing with those I truly do not care about. First up is my Rhytidome triangle. It got off to a bad start and left me feeling averse to it. The awful rhubarb-and-custard yarn did not help. Why force myself to be disciplined about the project? I hate it! So it is currently in my desk, being rewound into a ball. I feel liberated. Anybody want to recycle some rhubarb-and-custard laceweight merino?
I should probably go to town tomorrow. That gives me some difficulty as my ferry socks needle has found its way into my Mingus project, but Mingus is just a little too attention-seeking for taking along to Kirkwall. If I go shopping, I shall need to find a small and easily portable simple project somewhere in my UFO pile. It would be good to take the Bridgewater but it’s a bit too unwieldy to knit on the boat and then carry around all day with my groceries!
Right – back to routine — there are cat trays awaiting my attention. Sigh.
PS – I do know how very lucky I am, and how selfish, to be able to say “s*d the housework” and just play. It is great, being old. 🙂