The world is an odd place, full of wonder but also contradictions. I often struggle to reconcile the two elements of our environment. Musings allow me to state the obvious (which I may not have realized until now), rant, get on my soapbox, and realize the more I learn today, the less I will be wrong tomorrow.
There are plenty of blog posts and articles on the internet with suggestions of items to include in your morning routine. I read quite a few of them when I first decided to establish a routine myself about six months ago. I incorporated many of the recommendations I found into my morning routine, and now it is an important and productive aspect to my daily life. Yet many of these posts will give you suggestions on what you SHOULD include as part of your routine. To me, that seemed a little odd. Everyone’s life is different, and what works for me may not work for you. In a strange way, I think it is more inclusive by offering suggestions of what you SHOULDN’T do as part of your morning routine. For example…
For the past 6 months of so I have been refining my morning routine. By that, I really mean I have committed to actually HAVING one. So after six months how do I think the process is going? Well, it is still a work in progress, but I have to say I found developing a morning routine to be beneficial and a strong aid in making my daily life more productive and positive.
Always good advice!
My Journey as a Cubs Fan
I became a Chicago Cubs fan in early 1977. I had never played organized baseball or had even seen a baseball game before. Deciding that I should select a team to root for but having no experience with the sport, I did what any red-blooded American boy would do. I opened the sporting section of the newspaper and picked a team.
That year Chicago had come back from years of mediocrity and were actually leading their division. My 13-year-old brain thought, “These guys must be good, they are leading their division.” And with that, I became a lifelong Chicago Cubs fan. (Don’t laugh, I know one guy who became a die hard Buffalo Bills fan just from getting a free team plastic cup in a convenience store.). During that year I followed my new team with the fervor only a young boy learning sports can have. I checked the box scores every day in the newspaper, watched them contend for the playoffs behind the pitching of young Rick Reuschel, only to fall short in a late season swoon. “That’s OK”, I thought, “There’s always next year!”.