So many perspectives shift as we age and I was just ruminating about one such shift in my own life; that of the value of routines. While in college I became deeply immersed in the philosophy of the Don Juan/Carlos Castaneda series of books. One of the things Don Juan railed against was the human predilection to develop routines within our daily lives. I remember him chiding Carlos with his apparently very realistic imitation of a factory whistle which signaled when it was time to start work, stop work, take breaks and finally go home. At the time I found his arguments extremely compelling regarding how routines limited human freedom and the ability to experience new and unexpected things. I could see how the development and implementation of routines could be viewed as limiting the human experience and even be the product of a lazy mind. In this perspective allowing one’s self to succumb to routines was a very negative practice to be avoided at all costs.
Fast forward four decades and my, my but my perspective on routines has changed! Without question the major shift is based upon aging as from an intellectual standpoint I can still see mainly negatives to establishing and utilizing routines. But the realities of aging have caused me to rely more and more on routines to manage my day to day existence. Sure, life continues to become more complex and that means more technology which requires more willingness to learn and retain said learning’s but I also cannot ignore the fact my mental ‘edge’ is nowhere near as sharp as, say, fifteen years back. In response to pieces of this increasingly complex lifestyle I have come to rely on some basic routines. In addition, I also use routines to insure I undertake activities and events which I might otherwise skip or put off. A classic example of the latter involves my stepping; I currently take anywhere from 11,500 to 13,000+ daily steps. Across the first five to seven hours of my day, when I am largely at my system, I also take between 1,000 and 2,000 steps each hour – generally at the bottom of each hour. This routine forces me to get off my fat butt at least once an hour and perform a bit of exercise. Because I am, and have always been, a very lazy person regarding physical exercise I really fought against the daily urges to put off my stepping. But with the advent of my hypertension diagnosis, and then exacerbated by my late onset Type 2 diabetes, I knew I had to become more active and said physical activity had to be on a daily basis. The only way I knew to virtually guarantee I fulfill my exercise requirement on a daily basis was to turn those first 2,000 to 3,000 morning steps into a routine. Within about two months I had made getting up in the morning and quickly getting in those initial steps a habit; once I get those steps done it just ‘flows’ into doing the remainder of my quota.
In this sense the routine of arising and almost immediately doing those first 2,000+ steps is a healthy habit and really helps me get at least some daily exercise. Across the last month and a half I’ve turned my daily morning blood glucose testing into a routine. When tracking one’s blood glucose it is important to do one’s ‘stick’ at the same time each day to avoid introducing variability into the measurements. As I prepared to add the blood glucose (BG) testing to my morning/evening blood pressure measurements it occurred to me I should combine the BG testing with the AM blood pressure measurement. I’ve now standardized on taking my morning blood pressure around 05:50 and my daily BG test around 06:00. I also record these values in spreadsheets which help make it even more difficult for me to forget to perform these daily requirements. Once again, I view these routines as invaluable aids that help me handle some daily requirements which have become crucial to my health.
I suppose I could set schedules on my cell phone and/or network regarding these important functions but is not doing so the same as making them a routine? As an older human being I find comfort in my routines; they offer me a degree of ‘consistency’ in what appears, at least to me, to be an increasingly inconsistent world. And they are also rather like ‘old friends’ who’s presence is somehow reassuring and pleasurable. But mostly, they insure I perform activities and handle events that are a necessary part of my existence; events and activities I might otherwise forget or forgo. In the latter sense my routines are making up for a lack of real commitment and willpower on my part.
Given all this I have to admit to really shifting my valuation of routines based mostly upon my aging. But I remain vaguely uncomfortable with the whole concept because I can still recognize that to rely on routines more and more does, indeed, begin to limit one’s ability to really ‘push the envelope’ and be willing to try new things. Without question, this entire topic is one which really evokes a sense of ambiguity within my soul! Most likely, the best way to resolve this ambiguity would be to accept that with age some ‘routine reliance’ is a good thing and probably healthy but – as with all things in life – needs to be used in moderation. The real trick is understanding what said ‘moderation’ involves and then living it…