It’s time to shake things up. I have neglected writing for a little too long. Writing is pretty much the only part of my life and values that remains inconsistent, and I’m not liking that so much. Instead of trying to write two or even three posts a week, I’m going to try to write one good post a week. Less condensed material, or maybe even more condensed, but more in keeping with my frame of mind at that time. My hope is that this will breed some more creativity, make the time that I give to writing that more valuable in the long run. The only drawback that I have in my mind about this is that writing a blog post seven days apart leaves a lot of blank space on ‘off days’. I need to be more insightful on these days, come up with future posts, cultivate ideas that I can then write about. On that note, and as you may have guessed, this post is about restructure.
I took the time in January to assess what needs to be done for me to get a little bit fitter, happier, and more mindful. I undertook some more gym sessions, but as opposed to going after work when I was least motivated, I began going before work. I was equally less motivated, but I figured that after a couple of weeks, the grind of early morning starts would wear off. It’s gotten progressively easier to haul myself out of bed, provided that I have been proactive enough to pack my bag for work, prepared my lunch, and laid out my gym gear. After a couple more weeks, I felt like two days during the workweek wasn’t cutting it, and after almost a year of going to the gym on Tuesday/Thursday, I changed it to Monday/Wednesday/Friday. I genuinely thought that this would take months to get used to. It took literally one week. A mental block on something can really be shattered simply by putting this act into practice; stop dwelling on the difficulty and see how tough it really is, you might surprise yourself.
Another aspect of my day-to-day life that changed over the last few months is that my partner, Caoimhe, undertook five weeks of study leave. She packed in her job in a law firm to attempt to learn as much as possible about four key aspects of Irish law (something she will hopefully only have to do once more later this year). Like one would imagine, working in a law firm requires exceptional work ethic, putting in long hours, dealing with jargon, red tape, huge egos, and being shit on by superiors. Thankfully, Caove is amazing at her job, she takes all of the above in stride 99% of the time. So, when she left work for those five weeks, my partner was suddenly home, all day, (nearly) every day. I should note that her office is quite close to mine, so we get the train together most mornings. You would be surprised at how disruptive to one’s routine not having someone with you that would regularly be there. I missed her company every morning. Even though we may not talk on the train, having her by my side was immensely comforting. Granted, it’s not like she abandoned me, or we broke up; that would have brought an extreme change to my whole life, let alone routine. She worked just as hard, if not harder, studying for her exams, and I’m glad that she’s back at work. It’s brought some normalcy back to our daily lives together.
That conveniently brings me to my final point. A normal routine to me is almost certainly not a normal routine to you. I know plenty of folks who would shudder at the thought of a 6:30am gym session followed by a full day of work. Then again, staying up past 11pm on a weekday would render me useless for the following day, yet there are scores of people I work with that excel on less than six hours sleep. Normal is what you make it. This time last year I had just joined the gym, little did I think that I would be going four times a week, three of them before dawn. Who knows what my day will look like next year…
Until the next time, your friend,