Over the past five years I’ve created a life I love. I mean a life I freaking love.
I can count on my life to be right where I need it
My life, is quiet, calm, and predictable
My routines are comforting after so many years of chaos
I come and go as I please
My boyfriend is about as great as they come
I have money to spend
My balcony is a beautiful place to sit and ponder life, while drinking coffee
My job allows me to live my core values and utilize my strengths and skill sets
I have girlfriends I know I can count on
I do a considerable amount of traveling
Sounds great Shelly. so what’s the problem. Well like a great pair of comfy sweatpants I’ve slipped into my life and have become a tad too cozy. Well actually a lot cozy.
My life has become a pair of comfortable sweatpants. To be honest parts of my life are mundane. And I get it, life can get boring and there’s not anything I can do about it. Paying bills is boring, but it’s something I gotta do!
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Your life can be great, and still have the room to level-up. One never stops growing, because life is a journey not a destination. Have I arrived? Yes and no. I arrived after five years of challenging work on changing my mindset about life, developing healthy habits, kicking toxic relationships to the curb, and developing self-awareness about why I do the things I do.
All that growing has helped me develop routines that serve me well. However, routines can become stale and stagnant. Like water that doesn’t flow, your life can become a breeding ground for complacently. A slime that covers the surface causing your vision to blur.
Take for example my routine of spending my free weekend mornings on the balcony with coffee. I started this because I needed some time to just chill. My thoughts ran rampant during the week and I felt as if I had not time to just be still. And after a life of chaos, still is what I need.
Now I can find stillness at any time. I’ve developed the skill of just turning my mind off and being still. The hours on the balcony, staring mindlessly off into space, I don’t need anymore. I can grab a cup of coffee, spend about 30 minutes out there and be good. Too much time out there robs me of time writing, or creating.
The hours of balcony time is a habit I need to curtail.
Now I didn’t say balcony time was bad, I think my balcony time is good. Like meditating in the mornings or writing in your journal. Too much balcony time is not good.
How can you tell if a good habit or routine has worn out its welcome?
That may seem like an oxymoron. I mean after all aren’t we supposed to try to create good habits. Yes, until they become an excuse or a crutch to not move forward.
Ask yourself the next time you find yourself on autopilot with a routine, do I need this?
My balcony time has become an unproductive habit, it’s not necessarily bad, it’s a form of procrastination, a way for me to not get my ass up and moving. I’ve led myself to believe that this routine is necessary, when it’s not.
Do you find yourself wanting to go bigger or bolder?
If you find yourself daydreaming about a challenge or an adventure, then it may be time to switch out a comfy routine for one that will get your out of your comfort zone. I find myself wanting to write a book, and the time I spend on the balcony over the weekends could be spent writing. I work a full-time job, and on the weekends I waste valuable time staring off into space.
Are you afraid if you tweak your comfortable life it will implode?
I’m not saying if you want to learn to tango, you should run off to Argentina. Changes do not have to be huge to make a difference. Start small. Do you have a after work or after dinner routine you could switch up? If you are walking after dinner, perhaps walk a different route or enlist a friend to walk with you?
I am going to get comfortable with becoming uncomfortable. (Again)
Would love your thoughts. Do you have routines that don’t serve you? Does your life feel like a pair of comfy sweatpants?