The Routine
I loath routines. I do all I can to avoid them. I am sure I expend more energy trying to do things differently than just getting on and doing them. I am the worst at shopping for food. I rarely go on a food shop and often end up in the convenience store at the last minute hungry and paying twice the pricefor my food! I dislike eating the same meals twice in a row (sometimes twice in a month!) I have fallen asleep at work in the middle of a repetative job and have often been taken off jobs for making mistakes due to the lack of mental stimulation the task provided me. I am a dreamer and It is how I always was and always will be!
BUT...
There are some routines that have to be done. Every morning and every evening I have to climb into my motorbike safety gear. It annoys me geting changed in the middle of the office, It is uncomfortable and inconvenient, however, having no legs or breaking my spine is, I am quite positive, much more of a problem. So every morining and every evening I continue to squeeze into those garments and, each time I see a motorcyclist lying on the floor in the middle of the road, everytime the bike twitches on a patch of diesel or skids on a wet manhole cover, when that scary wobble occurs crossing the seemingly flat white lines in the road or on that heart stopping occasion when a car driver decides indicators are for other people and that bikers are both clarevoyant and indestructable..... I thank my lucky stars that I made the right decision.
This is inspired but the lummox who pulled out infront of me this morning causing me to fishtail on the wet mudcovered road, who then refused to acknowledge that I was even there when I pulled up to remind them to use indicators and mirrors, which was shortly followed by an insane 4x4 driver who actually tried to drive into me because I was filtering past a traffic jam that he was stuck in!
The Routine
I loath routines. I do all I can to avoid them. I am sure I expend more energy trying to do things differently than just getting on and doing them. I am the worst at shopping for food. I rarely go on a food shop and often end up in the convenience store at the last minute hungry and paying twice the pricefor my food! I dislike eating the same meals twice in a row (sometimes twice in a month!) I have fallen asleep at work in the middle of a repetative job and have often been taken off jobs for making mistakes due to the lack of mental stimulation the task provided me. I am a dreamer and It is how I always was and always will be!
BUT...
There are some routines that have to be done. Every morning and every evening I have to climb into my motorbike safety gear. It annoys me geting changed in the middle of the office, It is uncomfortable and inconvenient, however, having no legs or breaking my spine is, I am quite positive, much more of a problem. So every morining and every evening I continue to squeeze into those garments and, each time I see a motorcyclist lying on the floor in the middle of the road, everytime the bike twitches on a patch of diesel or skids on a wet manhole cover, when that scary wobble occurs crossing the seemingly flat white lines in the road or on that heart stopping occasion when a car driver decides indicators are for other people and that bikers are both clarevoyant and indestructable..... I thank my lucky stars that I made the right decision.
This is inspired but the lummox who pulled out infront of me this morning causing me to fishtail on the wet mudcovered road, who then refused to acknowledge that I was even there when I pulled up to remind them to use indicators and mirrors, which was shortly followed by an insane 4x4 driver who actually tried to drive into me because I was filtering past a traffic jam that he was stuck in!