Ordinary Things?
Insane.
That’s the word I would use to describe my life.
Lately, it seems as though I’ve been bombarded with a small collection of very huge projects that straddle both professional and personal spheres. Every morning, I find it a somewhat daunting task to begin shaping them into something tangible – something others can not only read and see online but also visualize in their heads. This is my ultimate goal as a writer and artist – to use my craft in such a way that imagination, colour, and life run around rampant and free in people’s mind in a very touchable, identifiable way.
As crazy as life may be at the moment, just about everyone has a routine, a constant of sorts, that they execute at some point during the day. Whether its kissing your child goodbye before work, eating a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, going out for a run, or simply petting a cat, there’s something that most people do in order to husher in a new day for themselves. Each morning at around 8am, I open my eyes (my internal alarm clock is often not as precise). I pet a cat or two that, most likely, is purring near my head. I stretch in the morning followed by traditional yoga poses while a french press readies itself to brew my favourite tea.
During the winter months, I grab a soft, warm coat and head out to meet the morning light on my patio with a fresh, hot cup of tea in hand. I sit outside at the bottom of my staircase, both hands cupping my tea and I look out towards the horizon.
It isn’t much but its my routine. Its my morning start – my energizer – my constant ritual. To others, it seems trite and ordinary but without doing it, I feel about as naked as a Sphynx cat. This routine is my way of feeling whole and strong enough to greet what will most likely be a busy morning of running errands, organizing the apartment, working on projects, and of course, obligatory play time (and tons of it).
I know it seems odd – to feel so much for something so little. But its my constant. Its what I do not necessarily as a writer or as an artist. But as a person. I think we all need these little somethings somewhere in our days to remind us that we’re human which makes us prone to mistakes; some bad, some good, some awfully scary. But these things we do, as little as they may seem to others, are a huge part in helping us deal with surprises Life throws upon us. And really, it reminds us that these little mistakes? Well, they’re just fine to make from time to time.
What do you do?
