Routine used to be my best friend.
Every day was planned, calculated and executed in a particular way. I always woke up at the same time, did the same workouts, ate the same meals, worked the same hours, and made sure I was home early enough and in bed when the clock striked 9. I lived my life on repeat. Why? Because it was comfortable. I feared the unknown and thrived off of the safety my routine provided.
Looking back, I can’t believe it. I have very few vivid memories from that time in my life because there was nothing to remember. Everything was the same.
I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened but, somewhere along the way, I realized that I didn’t want to live like that anymore. I wanted freedom from the monotony. Like waking up from a really long, bad dream, I began to see clearly again and rediscovering the beautiful world that I’d forgotten.
Do I eat a perfect, balanced diet? Hell no. Do I work out as often as I used to? Negative. Have I gained weight? Yep. Do things get messy sometimes? You bet. Do I always get the recommended 8-hours of sleep? HA. But do those things that make me irresponsible? No. They make me human.
We’re conditioned to believe that ‘perfection’ is synonymous with ‘success’. It’s not. The only measure of success is your happiness and the only judge of that is you. Stop convincing yourself that you’re not good enough, smart enough, healthy enough, etc. You are. Get out there and own it.
Here’s to waking up…