It’s Monday. My alarm goes off at 5:30am. I get up, splash some water on my face, brush my teeth and put on my workout clothes.
I attend the 6:00am class at my CrossFit gym. After class ends, I come back home and have breakfast, which includes a protein shake and a glass of water mixed with 5g of creatine. I then shower and get dressed.
I pack my lunch and then go to work. As my computer boots up, I fill my water bottle. I then go over my to-do list for the day and review emails. Around 11:30am I have my lunch and around 3:00pm I have a snack.
Typically I leave the office by 6:30pm and come back home and make dinner, watch a show or two on Hulu, read a little and then go to sleep by 10:30pm.
I realize that sans all the beauty regimen and crunches, describing my daily routine makes me sound like Patrick Bateman in American Psycho.
However, as this challenge continues I have learned that having a routine is crucial. A routine is really about daily habits – what we do, what we eat and drink, and how we move.
Up every mornin’ just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin’ mob
Sounds of the city poundin’ in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
Often routines sound boring. There are so many songs and movies and books and TV shows that demonize the routine.
If you do the same thing everyday then you must be some sort of automatron. Our heroes are the men and women who break the mold and quit their jobs and go on some glamorous adventure.
In the last few years the disdain for the routine seems even more heightened. We live in an ostentatious time where we showcase all the highlights of our day on Instagram and Facebook. Everything must be unique and picture perfect.
I admittedly fall in this trap. This all leads up to believing that every day has to be extraordinary. We can’t just clock in from 9 to 5, we have to get a promotion or a raise.
We can’t just make chicken and rice, our dinners have to be ready for the cover of Bon Appetit. We can’t just go the gym, we must PR.
As a society we have all seem to have developed major FOMO – fear of missing out. If we do what is routine, how we can ever do anything special?
We have to start remembering what goes on behind the scenes. For every adorable picture of a friend’s baby, what we don’t see is the countless feedings, diaper changes, naps, burps and cries that the parents deal with day in and day out.
And for every flex pic, what we don’t see is the hours upon hours, week in and week out, that the man or woman has put into to achieve those results.
In my line of work as a commercial real estate broker, everyone sees when I sell a property but no one sees all the marketing materials, email blasts, property tours, negotiations and paperwork.
No one wants to glamorize the routine, but the fact is that the routine is the hero. The right routine is what will bring about mental and physical wellness.
The ability to go to bed every night at the same time, the consistency of showing up to the gym 3-4 times per week, the meal prep, the mobility work all lead to feeling good every morning when we wake up.
I’m also learning to embrace the routine amidst a burgeoning new relationship. As a few dates has led to a few months, I’m understanding that not every moment spent together needs to be a swoon worthy date.
I don’t need to schedule hot air balloon rides and horse-drawn carriages. The routine of just spending time together is what makes the relationship develop and grow.
As this 60-day challenge at my gym continues and we throw around the hashtag #kingfieldstrong, I realize that a definition of strength is the mental toughness and drive to stick with the program. It’s about making the same good choices everyday.
It’s about embracing a new type of PR – the number of days we did the same thing in a row to deliver the results we want.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days
Saturday, what a day
Groovin’ all week with you
Rather than striving to constantly have these temporary moments of happiness, why not try to be happy everyday?