What Do Your Days Taste Like?
Thanks to rereading Havi's post about how Friday Chickens were born, I stumble across this question: what are the identities (qualities/meanings) of each day of the week? By which I'm asking what does each day do? What's it like? What purpose does it serve in my week, but also what happens and what needs to be accomplished and what color is it and how does it feel? What music or media goes with it? How do I tell myself "this is Monday" or "this is Wednesday" or whatever?
Have you ever had one of those weeks where you go through the day, and you would swear up, down, and sideways that it was Wednesday? And keep running into the unpleasant realization that nope, it's totally Tuesday? That's the kind of thing I mean. It's also a little bit (more than a little bit) about trying to get a better handle on organizing my time so that I'm using it as effectively as possible, which has all of a sudden become a big, huge Thing for me. And, well, I'm addicted to rituals and routines. As a kid, my family was incredibly, absolutely predictable, down to the ground. So. Much. Routine.
I miss that. I have routines now, too, but they're a little harder for me. It's usually me, myself, or me and one person here, and a different person there, trying to hold onto repetitive movement. Work is static (thank G-d, trust me, I don't do well in changing-shift jobs) but it's up to me alone to define the shape of the time away from work. My husband has an entirely different schedule and set of activities and priorities than I do. And I'm not an alpha personality, folks. It's really difficult and exhausting for me to be the engine of direction, I do much better when I'm spinning my own little circles within the track someone else is carving through time or space (which would also be why I can go and do really well in Barre and Yoga classes but tell me to do the same damn thing at home with a video to guide me? Not gonna happen. There will be something shiny and I will wander away. Also, I want to please/impress my teachers in a class, but the guy/girl in the video could care less about how well I'm following along.)
I'm going to try to ponder on this all week (which may or may not end up as posts as I go, or it could just be a single post next Sunday) and see what I come up with.
But in the meantime, what do your days taste like, or are you completely routine phobic or a routine abstainer (courteously!)?
Have you ever had one of those weeks where you go through the day, and you would swear up, down, and sideways that it was Wednesday? And keep running into the unpleasant realization that nope, it's totally Tuesday? That's the kind of thing I mean. It's also a little bit (more than a little bit) about trying to get a better handle on organizing my time so that I'm using it as effectively as possible, which has all of a sudden become a big, huge Thing for me. And, well, I'm addicted to rituals and routines. As a kid, my family was incredibly, absolutely predictable, down to the ground. So. Much. Routine.
I miss that. I have routines now, too, but they're a little harder for me. It's usually me, myself, or me and one person here, and a different person there, trying to hold onto repetitive movement. Work is static (thank G-d, trust me, I don't do well in changing-shift jobs) but it's up to me alone to define the shape of the time away from work. My husband has an entirely different schedule and set of activities and priorities than I do. And I'm not an alpha personality, folks. It's really difficult and exhausting for me to be the engine of direction, I do much better when I'm spinning my own little circles within the track someone else is carving through time or space (which would also be why I can go and do really well in Barre and Yoga classes but tell me to do the same damn thing at home with a video to guide me? Not gonna happen. There will be something shiny and I will wander away. Also, I want to please/impress my teachers in a class, but the guy/girl in the video could care less about how well I'm following along.)
I'm going to try to ponder on this all week (which may or may not end up as posts as I go, or it could just be a single post next Sunday) and see what I come up with.
But in the meantime, what do your days taste like, or are you completely routine phobic or a routine abstainer (courteously!)?