The One With The Routine

I had the longest day ever at work on Monday (or so I thought, until Wednesday came and I knew I had judged Monday too soon). I had managed to leave work at about 5:15pm because I had to be in church for 6:00pm, for the Monday Bible study with the children as I had promised the other aunties; plus the children would be disappointed if they got to church and there was no ‘Jesus Aunty’. As I drove to church, I tried hard to dodge every possible traffic trap I could think of, my heart cannot take the accusations of children. So I struggled through traffic and reckless driving to arrive at my destination on time and in one piece. To God be the glory!

I got to church at about 5:38pm and thankfully; no ‘Jesus Child’ was there before me. The little bits of answered prayers here and there that make a mighty testimony when put together, but most times we are too busy to notice. I had an awesome time with the children in His presence, from trying to get the toddlers to stop crying to answering very smart questions from the older children, you can say that two (2) solid hours ran quite fast and it was time to go home. As much as it was all fun with the kids, I was more than glad to be enroute my bed. I was tired!

The drive home was even longer; it was filled with thoughts and dreams about the future, pleasant places, things, etc. In the middle of it, I remembered that I was supposed to be running home to watch an episode of Friends – The one with the routine. I have watched this particular episode of Friends and other episodes over and over again, I don’t know what was so special about this one (but I lie. The part where Monica and Ross did the routine, now that was special). If you know me well, you will know that Friends has never had a bigger fan; it’s almost the only TV series I have watched from the very first episode to the very last episode back and forth and still watching (gist for another post). I couldn’t wait to be home in a bit to my bed and ‘friends’. Yaayyy!

Thinking of Friends, future, plans, ‘the routine’, etc; I realised how my life in itself had become a routine of sorts. Week after week, I have found myself repeating the same activities over and over and even in the same manner. I can imagine how easy it will be to kidnap me (this is not an invitation to kidnap though, nobody will pay ransom oh. Don’t bother), you can tell where I am on Monday at 8:00am just as you can be sure that I’m on the Tennis Court at 7:00pm on Thursday – this is the story of my life, my reality, my routine! I don’t know when or how I got here, but here I am, the question now is “how do I get out?” And the answer is simple – I’ll try to do things a little different in the next couple of days and see what happens; will I form a new routine, go back to my old routine or just do stuff as they come while doing the dance routine? Your guess is as good as mine.

In other unrelated news, something happened today that got me beating myself up about whether I made a right decision or if I didn’t really think my decision through, which will mean it was a bad one. I am having mixed feelings about the whole drama that just played itself out in my already dramatic life. Maybe I’m not as strong as I like to think or as wise as I have always believed, but I’m sure of one thing – in God’s routine, weeping may endure for the night but joy always comes in the morning. You must agree with me, that is the surest routine ever.

Finally, maybe it is not so bad to have a routine you live by everyday; maybe it is an awesome idea to do the dance routine with an old friend every now and then, when life gets tough; nothing is certain, live today while you can because life is too short to be worrying about your routine life or lack of it. Please feel free to share with us what your routine for the week usually looks like, if you have any. xoxo

Yours truly,

Lawyer, talker, gistaranta!

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2 Responses to The One With The Routine

  1. florish says:

    Having a 9-5 job somehow places us in a box because your resumption time and closing time are kinda fixed. My weekly routine is usually to care for madam, go to work, attend weekly services in church, gist with le-boo on phone before sleeping. Other activities may come into the mix from time to time though.

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  2. Lanre says:

    I agree that having a 9-5 or 8-4 as the case mayb somehow places us in a box. My Saturdays are for food, food dat I don’t eat. I bake & cook & stock d freezer with diff types of edibles. Then Sundays, I go to church, rest, then some oda Sundays I go to the salon & then it’s a new week and we start the routine all over again. @ dis stage, it is kinda impossible to live outside d routine.

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