You know those articles that present us with lists of things we should incorporate into our daily lives? “9 Daily Habits That Will Change Your Life.” etc…
I stumbled upon one the other day, and it got me thinking about all the years I spent trying to find my own routine. All those times I tried to follow lists of health guidelines and suggestions thrown at us in countless web posts, but more often than not, failed to keep any of them for more than a day… or failed to even begin.
And you know, that’s so okay. It takes time to establish our own routines. “Own” being the critical word here. Not all those suggestions will feel good to everyone. I, for one, have definitely discovered many that don’t work for me, or simply weren’t relative to my personal needs – even if this gives me a ‘D’ in Dr. Oz world. A routine will only stick when it actually does feel good and does provide you with a sense of benefit. Otherwise, what actually is the point?
So I don’t know if I’d actually say I have a “routine,” but I can say I have finally – after years of trial and error – come to discover little things that I like to do each and every day. Not because the inter webs have told me I should do so, though. No. They’ve come about as all routines should…naturally, organically, and over a long period of time.
Nothing crazy. Nothing new and exciting or splashy like maybe you would find on some of those other posts. Just little things that keep me relaxed and smiling inside – which is what I’m needing most in life right now. “My little routine for health and calm,” I could call it (or “A little Help for my Hormones Part 2: The Soul Edition”).
Wake up early to the sound of the Radio. CBC Radio 2 gently reverberating through the walls amidst the dead silence of morning.
Pour my warm water with lemon. A soothing massage for the throat and gentle hug for the belly. Said to get the metabolism and digestive system going, increase energy and mood, a wonder for the immune system, and rid the body of toxins. Also just feels really nice.
Wash my face with honey. Mother Natures’ best cleanser.
Stretch. Bend. Yoga. Breathe. 20 minutes… Or even just 5.
Fill my body with whole, nutritious ingredients. Focus on hemp seeds, nut butters and maca (healthy fats and omegas for the hormones, mood and skin). Even just knowing I have given my body a real dose of nutrients to start its day makes me feel good.
Spend time in a coffee shop.
Come home. Immediately put on sweats and big second hand sweater. Turn on radio.
(If I’m lucky enough to have come home early) plate myself a nice dinner. “Nice” meaning on a real plate, at a real table. Leftovers are very much welcome. Pour a glass of wine or kombucha. Evening Jazz in the background.
Hot Shower (Or epsom salt bath if time).
Redress in everything warm. Boil the kettle.
Pour myself a mug of Tulsi tea. Plate chocolate.
Cozy myself onto the couch, turn on lamp, tea and chocolate by my side. Read whatever it may be that evening – play, blogs, homework.
My little “hippy box” sitting on my coffee table.
Slowly retreat to bed. Read a page or two from my little book of Pema Chodron – encouraging words of compassion to end the day.
Turn off radio.
Right now, I’m really enjoying this little routine of mine. Who knows how long it will actually last…but that’s okay. These things are what are keeping me calm and happy. Even after a tough day, I can always find sanction in thinking of coming home, or waking up, to these little daily bits of “me.”
Having even one or two things that are a constant in your day can really make a difference. Whether that is having your morning “cocktail,” a morning meditation, drinking out of the same mug, or ending each night with that same piece of chocolate, these are the things that can keep our feet on the ground. And keep us rooted in who we are.
Welcome to a little peek into my life. I’d welcome you all to join me any day.
Do you enjoy having a routine?
Are there any little things you love to do each day? Each morning? Each night?
What little thing in your day makes you happy?
My journey with hypothalamic amenorrhea continues. My journey recovering from an eating disorder……