I never thought I would miss the sun so much. I know it rains a lot on Vancouver Island but this is a different kind of gloom – heavy and oppressive with the fog and cloudbanks hanging low in the sky. The answer seems to be to hike above the clouds. I think I’ll have to do a lot of that this winter.
I’ve decided that given the uprootedness of all this, that I’m actually doing quite well. For instance, I am getting out of bed every morning. Simon will attest to this fact, given how he does his best to keep me there, insisting that especially on Sundays, most respectable people don’t get up much before noon. I actually suspect that he only wants me there as one more pillow to wrap himself around.
At any rate, we were talking about getting up. Not only am I getting out of bed and showering, etc., I am also baking bread, cooking meals, cleaning the house, getting some writing done and getting outside with the dogs. I have not one pulled a blanket over my head for the entire day, nor have I drunk an full bottle of plonk or played video games until 2 a.m.
Proud of myself – yes I am.
As so often happens, the right book came into my hands a couple of days ago and it’s doing what it’s supposed to do – making me think. Title of book: 101 Essays that will Change the Way You Think. Author: Brianna Wiest. Essays have titles like, “The Psychology of Daily Routine” and “The Happiness of Excellence.”
I’m not sure if these essays, which are very good, are changing the way I think, but they are helping me look at my life from different angles. For instance, the essay on routines. I always thought I was a very dull person for having routines. I knew that they brought me great contentment – and that I loved my life – but really, where was the spontaneity? It turns out, according to Wiest, that routine is what makes people happy and productive. In fact, productivity also makes us happy. And that makes sense. I know that at the end of the day, when I have achieved what I set out to do, I feel good. In fact, achieving my goals every day, no matter how small, is an ingrained habit. I know that this contributes to my well-being.
Successful people, and by that I mean happy and content people, tend to have routines. Writers for instance, tend to discipline themselves to write so many words, pages or hours each day. You put in the time, you make it a routine and then you don’t even have to think about it. You know what the day will bring.
And then there are days like today: Sunday – a very small list of what to do. Feeling rather unpleasantly lazy. I have two speeds: flat out and stop. I find myself in the stop place today. I prefer flat-out. Or maybe I prefer something in-between. Not that I have much experience of that.
If this post seems odd and meandering – well, it’s that kind of day. We have them, don’t we? Days that aren’t sad or especially happy. They’re just days that sit there. Four o-clock and the sky is getting dark.
What I wouldn’t give for some sun – an alpine meadow bathed in sunshine. Now doesn’t that sound good?