The Magic Of Routines

I am a creature of habit…which fundamentally means… I find comfort in the way my life follows certain customs and routines. At the same time I am not averse to change…which fundamentally means… I also find comfort when my life follows new routines. I loved the daily routines when or children were growing up…I thought it was so cool from diapers and bedtime stories…to driving them to school. When they grew up…were on their own…and our house moved at a slower pace… we discovered a new routine…that took the old one's place. Waking up together every morning…walking together at first light laughing…sharing meals…TV…reading in bed each night. Grandchildren changed our routine again…there was soccer every Saturday. Our family began scheduling get togethers…dinners, birthdays…holidays. Our Christmas routine has changed…but it's one of the best changes we could see… helping our children and grandchildren understand the magic of Christmas… starts and ends with family. To some…routines may not seem sexy or romantic at first glance… but I think they are magical…if we give them half a chance. What if, instead of viewing them as mundane, we were able to see the routine in any day of our life is another page in our biography? Then turning back to any page we would see the magic of routines… is where life and living coincide…. and we would come to understand… that's where our happiness resides.