I love routine. I always have and I always will. Routine gives me security. Routine makes me feel safe and helps me develop habits that keep me on track. Staying on task helps me accomplish what I set out to do.
Routines are delightful because you do them without thinking. They
become automatic. I know that at a certain hour of the day, I will paint. I
will write. I will carry out my dreams come “hell or high water!”
My husband knows never to interrupt me when I’m painting. He
knows I never answer phone calls when my hands and elbows are dripping in
acrylic paint. If friends call, they go into voice mail. The world literally
goes on hold when I’m at canvas working with fast-drying acrylics.
If my husband chooses to converse with me, he may get a growl in return. If my agenda changes either by crook or necessity, I’m not a happy camper. I may even have a temper tantrum of disproportionate proportions. My day becomes lop-sided. The monster within comes out. I feel betrayed, cheated, and forlorn; oh, woe is me and a pox on everyone’s house.
If my husband chooses to converse with me, he may get a growl in return. If my agenda changes either by crook or necessity, I’m not a happy camper. I may even have a temper tantrum of disproportionate proportions. My day becomes lop-sided. The monster within comes out. I feel betrayed, cheated, and forlorn; oh, woe is me and a pox on everyone’s house.
If you’ve stayed with me to the end of this tirade, you now know the
difference between routines and ruts. Routines are good “if” they help you
stick to your goals and enable you to get your work done. Routines become
“ruts” when they hold us prisoner and don’t allow us to be flexible. Without
flexibility you can kiss creativity goodbye.
Ruts can entrap us, hold us, and make our lives miserable. The
first time I went cross-country skiing it was late in the season. Hard, icy
tracks were molded on the pathways. As
long as you stayed within their boundaries, it was smooth sailing. Get out of
the grooves and you went sailing into the trees. That is exactly what I did
when I came to my first turn. The ruts were so deep that you literally had to jump and twist to make the turn. Not something a novice like me could do.
Ruts stifle creativity. Spontaneity is also a critical component. Awareness
and objectivity need to be in control 24/7. Creative thinkers must be good
observers. They must be willing to adjust when opportunity knocks. Inspiration
is a product not of time or mind, but of heart and soul. The door must always be
open. The spirit must always be prepared to receive.
(New work in Progress: "Reggae Night" first layer drawing w/edits) |
Go ahead and plan your schedules and routines. Set your goals and
work toward them; but leave yourself an opening for the unexpected, the
priceless moments with loved ones and family, and the sudden impulses that may
flutter suddenly on your window sill or whisper in your ear in a moment of
reverie.
Here are a few tips:
"Tansy's Pride" 9 x 12 Pastel on Bristol |
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Routines guide our way.
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Ruts hold our feet to the fire.
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Routines allow movement and growth.
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Ruts exhaust us and make us feel like slaves.
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Routines involve familiar tasks and a safe
place to explore ideas.
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Ruts become rigid trails that lead us nowhere.
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Routines let us experiment without criticism.
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Ruts are monotonous black holes that go
nowhere.
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Routines ground us while our mind soars.
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Ruts create anxiety and worry.
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