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If the very idea of deviating from your schedule makes you freak out, read on.
My sister once joked that if the FBI ever needed to profile me, they would have all the necessary information in two days. In other words, I am predictable AF. I wake up every day at the same time. I eat the same breakfast. I go to the same Pilates studio and use the same machine when I’m there. I then drive the same route to work and park in the same parking spot.
In my defense, I believe routines and consistency are necessary and helpful. In a chaotic world, I take comfort in my morning rituals. And practically speaking, I know first-hand the headache of frantically clicking the panic button while trying to find my car because I parked somewhere other than my usual spot.
Like everyone else, when the pandemic hit, all of my routines went out the window, and I focused on simply getting through each day with my health and sanity in check.
As the months wore on and we collectively adjusted to the new normal, I slowly eased back into my happy place of making new routines that I could predictably follow.
