Is it just me or do the weeks seem to blend together?
Up. Gym. Shower/breakfast/blogs. Race around getting ready for the day. Errands, work, work, errands. Defrost dinner. Eat, talk, TV. Bed.
Do it all again.
Repeat. Repeat. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Sometimes as I’m printing off pictures for these weekly layouts, I think, what did I even do this week?
Where did the time go? Didn’t I do all that the previous week? And the week before that? And the week before that?
I remember feeling this way when I worked in cube world, too. Every week felt exactly the same.
As much as I love routine, I love change more.
One of the things I struggle with is being okay with the daily grind. That monotomy that can characterize daily life. The boredom that comes from doing the same stuff everyday. I prefer my days to be interesting.
So what do you do when you can’t make the everyday entertaining? What do you do to make the regular day more special? How do you deal with the sameness?
I thought about this all day Sunday. Maybe this is just a period of funk for me. Or part of life with small children. Or it’s that I’ve been solo parenting it for the past couple of weeks and getting tired of talking to myself (a very true feeling).
So that was last week. And this is a new week. I don’t know if it will be exciting. But it’s a fresh start.