We all need routine maintenance.
I hate routines. Routines get old real quick, and it can be hard to break them. Truth be told, routines are a good thing, and they are often much needed in order to function with some civility. But I still hate them; that’s probably never going to change.
At 37, I’ve learned to except that routines are mandatory. I have a family, a career, and obligations that I am responsible for. I have people that depend on me, and I depend on other people. Routines are how we all make sure those things are cared for, and completed.
Routines are safe, and quite comfortable to many. Routines are how life is lived, but they are also, in many ways, how we are deprived of living.
My love for the outdoors came from wanting to break routines.
The everyday grind comes to a halt when you step outside and enter the woods. Wading knee deep in a stream, chasing wild trout, doesn’t require a schedule. The outdoors give you the freedom to be on your time, at your pace. I’ve often referred to this as routine maintenance.
Much like your vehicle, your body–and your soul–need routine maintenance. We all handle that maintenance differently, but we all do it. Mine is handled through fly fishing and getting outdoors. Others choose golf, painting, or some other activity that provides that maintenance.
No matter what you choose, or how you get that needed maintenance, just make sure you do get it regularly. There’s never enough time. There’s always a to-do list waiting to be conquered. Obligations are always top of mind. Project deadlines loom over us like the next big storm.
Don’t let your routine maintenance slip by. There won’t always be a next week. You won’t always be able to carve out a few hours soon. Life moves fast, and it’s usually a complete whirlwind. These days, it’s 24/7 connectivity and instant gratification, coupled with too much shit to do and topped off with never enough time to do it all. I don’t want to look back on my life in 20 years and wish I’d done it differently, so I’m doing it my way now.
I’ve been a victim for too long. I’ve let the rat race win. I’ve given up doing what I wanted because it didn’t fit in the routine. We all have to break out of that rat race on a regular basis. Some never get to, though. Others could, but choose not to.
The ironic part of it all is that it takes having routines in place to be able to break them.