No two ways about it, I am a creature of habit

Be Blissful

I am notoriously a creature of habits. (Although I honestly don’t mean to be…) I get up for school at the same time every day and follow my usual routine. If I happen to order a to-go lunch from Denali because I want a “treat” that day – it’s always a Cobb Salad with bleu cheese dressing. I fall asleep to Netflix, and I like to sleep burrowed under two comforters. I crave chai lattes from Keweenaw Coffee Works or Cafe Rosetta, and I wash all our laundry in Tide. My standard change-out-of-my-school-clothes go-to is leggings and a hoodie.

You can even ask Daver Karnosky – the man I report to for my DMG articles – he says, “Your article is due by Thursday.” And I will promptly have it to him by midday Friday. There is a writing routine and it happens to get finished on Friday afternoon.

There are some things I am stuck in my ways about. I like things that make me happy.

For the love of all that is holy, please do not ever turn in a paper to me in Comic Sans. All of my students can tell you what my response will be: “Comic Sans is for eight year old girls writing about unicorns. Times New Roman!” (I apologize if you love Comic Sans. It drives me nuts.)

Even though there are things I just like done a certain way (it really makes me sound terrible, or at least I feel that way as I write this), there are other things I am changing up all the time. I have been teaching the same classes for nine years now. But none of my material is stale. I am changing up what I do all the time. New ideas, new projects, new ways to present materials… My classroom is constantly a source of evolution.

The food in my household is constantly changing with mood and whim. I have virtually no control over this, which is fine. I have come to love the diversity of what comes out of our kitchen and it’s honestly interesting to see what comes out.

He asks, “What do you want for dinner?” I reply, “I don’t know, something involving pineapple. Maybe Hawaiian pizza, or sweet and sour chicken.”

I got el pastor tacos. Not at all what I had in mind, but low and behold, there was my pineapple and it was delicious.

I think the breakdown of a wonderful, beautiful life is a balance of the interesting, the evolving, and the routines that keep us grounded.

I also think, that after (almost!) 37 years, I have come to find things that just bring me joy. Don’t try to give me anything other than Charmin toilet paper! And I am only going to buy Cascade dishwasher pods, because I think that they work the best. And as an Escanaba native, you can expect stockings and Easter baskets to contain Sayklly’s chocolate.

And on a day like today – exam day here at school – this hour at which I am writing my article – is my prep period. If you were to walk into my room right now, you would find me drinking my latte, listening to music way too loudly, and singing along. This may be one of my “creature of habit” moments, but it makes me happy. (Don’t worry kiddos, my grades are all in the gradebook! I am ahead of the game!)

My life balance makes me happy. It works for me. I am not afraid to try new things, but I am also content with my go-to habits, they bring me hygge. Life is good.

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