I've mentioned before that I like my routines. Routines bring me comfort and low stress. But I need to rest more, find my new health baseline, and this weekend showed me how dangerous my routines can be.
For over two years, and slightly adapted a year ago when quarantine went into place, my weekends were similar. Clean the house. Unpack a box or two or five. Rearrange. Sort. Organize. Moving to a new smaller home meant a lot of work. And we are still working on it, just not as intensely. However, often working to exhaustion and looking forward to work on Monday because it would be less physically involved.
I am supposed to go easier on myself physically and mentally. I had to constantly fight myself to rest.
I'll only unpack this one box became two. Then two more. I'll only clean this space, then I find I'm cleaning the entire house.
Routines.
I struggled last week because I felt the need for routines, then the weekend comes and my routines are my downfall.
Irony?
On the positive side, I only had one severe tremor episode and I will definitely sleep well tonight.
Wintering is not easy when you are leaving constant activity for rest. I think I will try establishing a small, easy routine or two next week. Like writing in this blog each evening. Breakfast with my husband. Perhaps an hour or two of listening to a book or learning online. Definitely watching for the little routines to show themselves instead of me designing them.
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