In truth, my everyday life isn’t altered very much by social distancing. I do stay home for much of the time. And since VC moved back here, he does too — working out of his home office in our second bedroom. Life has fallen into a neat little rhythm. There is routine and I know it keeps me grounded to have this baseline of some method to the day. Even when I allow myself the odd day of freewheeling out-of-schedule meandering, and do wild things like or sleep in till noon and order-in a burger for lunch, I know that days like that are the exception not the norm. I take solace in some routine, and I have finally, after an entire lifetime of being a slave to routine, learned to acknowledge it’s place and purpose in my life, and make it fluid so I can move, rather than rigid so I feel caught.
Anyhow though, I’ve noticed that when things are spiralling around me, I take extra pleasure in taking my time to do the little things. Like making my bed every morning. This morning, as I folded up our blanket, stacked the pillows, stretched out and de-wrinkled the sheets, I realised I have really grown to like being at home again. Full circle.
The simplicity of this life suits me a lot. And I felt glad we have a life that hasn’t faced much disruption, where work can and has continued for the both of us, where the comforts of home with home cooked food are easily had. It makes a huge difference.
So, I’m listing down the simplest pleasures in my daily routine that I have enjoyed these past few weeks (and months) of uncertain and trying times, when what has been happening in the world has had an impact on me and my mind, and the one thing that has kept me sane has been my routine and the comfort of my home.
- A full nights restful sleep, waking up, turning off the alarm and going back to sleep
- A good home workout or a run in the park
- Slow, mindfully cooked lunch, most every single day
- Eating lunch at the dining table with VC, sharing that window of time together before we go back to our respective work/activities
- Sometimes catching a nap
- Being actively involved in doing the laundry, folding it when it’s dried and putting things away
- Thinking about what to make for dinner
- Making, or should out to VC to make us our evening tea or coffee
- Enjoying it in bed with a snack plate of sponge cake and sweet rusk (this has become something of a ritual in recent weeks, since we have found the ultimate source for both)
- Sitting in my living room at sunset, looking out the windows at my plants and beyond, it’s become my little window of absolute nothingness, where I do nothing, no phone, no laptop, no book
- Smelling the rain as it has threatened to come, watching glimmers of lightning in broad daylight
- Taking client readings and sessions (online and off), different times of day, it’s been an unexpectedly satisfying thrill
- Cooking up imagined recipes that have formulated from nowhere in my brain, and having them turn out well
- Eating fruit in bed before turning in
- Lying on my massage ball
- Regaining my lost sleep again
I have certainly been cooking with a lot more involvement than I usually do. And I have taken way more interest in home chores that I otherwise find quite tedious and just like ugh-this-needs-to-get-done. I suppose this is is the difference between staying in and having to stay in with nowhere to go, maybe? Because I know I have been doing all of this with a quiet, but furious energy like my life depends on it.
Maybe, deep down, it does.