the "Routine-iac"

I follow my routine religiously. I need to eat on time, sleep on time, jog on time, chill on time and only then does my mind and body function how it should function. But for two days straight I have messed with my routine. And no this is not an article which will say how I have come to enjoy the spontaneity of being routine-less and now know the joys of a fun life. It is instead a reaffirmation about how I love my routine. How I love when my body works smoothly, how I love to have things in order, how I absolutely love to eat on time instead of when I am hungry (eventually you are conditioned to feel hungry at that time, so no, I am not killing myself over the routine). My routine brings a rhythm to my life and like to float with that rhythm. And as my dearest Khushwant Singh has rightly said, “One should be a slave to their routine”, and I just couldn’t agree more.

So now here we have, a grumpy old woman, sitting with her shoulders slouched and a frown on her face, with no idea what she should do next because the ‘routine-iac’ inside her became a slacker today. Hmph!