We all have our routines in Life. When the routine is disturbed we feel that sense of anxiety.
For me, it is my Morning routine.
The alarm goes off and I begin a 45 min routine of getting ready for my day at work.
Unfortunately on some days something happens differently. I need to take out the trash. Or I get a phone call, or my wife wakes up and engages me in an unexpected conversation.
Today - I needed to write down some notes to myself for later this week. And my car wouldn't start - so I needed to use that jumper battery my parents gave me for Christmas last year.
Inevitably, this throws off my routine and I will forget something.
Sometimes - it will be a forgotten cell phone, or packing a lunch . . . today I forgot my entire briefcase.
I parked my car in the garage and actually grabbed for a handle that was not there in the passenger seat next to me.
Panic set in for a moment when I realized what had happened.
I was angry, for a moment, at myself for forgetting this most essential tool.
It was followed by complete anxiety !
--- My day planner ! It is lost - how will I know what to do today ?
--- My thumb drive ! What if I need to save an important file and transport it ?
--- That stack of papers ! What if I finally decide to sort through those papers in my briefcase and actually find some use in them.
--- Extra pens !
--- That picture of my family !
Of course, I was eventually able to calm myself down.
I realized that I would be able to sufficiently pass through the day with what I do have with me.
Sure - I might go home at lunch time and retrieve my briefcase - but perhaps it is not as essential as I think it is.
This little drama repeats itself each time the Morning routine is disturbed. Even if it is my cellphone or my lunch bag that has been forgotten.
I often find great comfort in the morning routine. I like to think that I have it all down to a science and that I have planned everything perfectly . . .
What a grand Hubris I have !
Days like today - I decide to laugh at myself.
I shall not let -->
hubris + ate = nemesisInstead I choose -->
hubris + clarity = comedyPerhaps I can also find comfort in that. The self assurance that I may safely continue my day with only the
head on my shoulders and the keys in my pockets.
TJ Paladin
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Every man is important if he loses his life; and every man is funny if he loses his hat, and has to run after it.
G. K. Chesterton - Charles Dickens