I always thought people who followed routines were kinda boring. They were too set in their ways. Too staid.
Then I naturally came into a routine in my 30th year. Get up, exercise, work, tv, dinner, shower, read, journal, sleep. Repeat.
And i was horrified to begin with but then I started to enjoy knowing what 'came next'. There wasn't a specific time for any of that stuff, but there was an order. An order people! I felt safe.
Then I went on holidays. I am in Melbourne at the moment and my order is all out of whack! Shower in the morning, what?
I know I will be back to normal by the end of the week, but it's disconcerting to realise you're a routine person.