Most of us are most comfortable moving at an even pace
through life. We tend to get up each
morning about the same time and head for bed at about the same time each
night. We talk to pretty much the same
people day after day, check the same news sources, prefer a certain chair, and
early on we establish a set protocol for getting ourselves ready to face each
day, then follow a set pattern of beginning our work, checking our mail,
getting the kids off to school, exercising for a certain period of time, eating
meals, watching the same television shows, catching up on face book, or
accomplishing whatever tasks have become part of our daily routine. We're creatures of habit.
A certain amount of routine saves time and brings order to our
lives; but sometimes we're just in a rut.
Long ago a teacher advised a group of us to "live until we
die." At first that appears to be a nonsense statement, but in truth, it
is quite telling. What is the point of
reducing life to a boring repetition of mundane tasks? We're alive, but are we living? Each day
should bring a new discovery, a different perspective, a new realization. The scriptures tell us God meant for us to
have joy. There may be peace in following
a rut, but not much joy.
When I was about fifteen I lived in a house with a circular
traffic pattern. There was a kitchen,
then a dining room, followed by a living room, which opened on my parents'
bedroom. Another door from the bedroom
led to a tiny hall where we could go upstairs, exit the back door, or return to
the kitchen. The floors were all
linoleum and every few days my mother would mop the kitchen, then the dining
room, the living-room, the bedroom, the hall, then carry her mop bucket out the
back door to dump it. One day I noticed she started with the bedroom and did
the circle in reverse. When I asked her
why, she said she just got tired of doing it the same way all of the time and
needed a change, besides she noticed spots that needed more attention by
viewing them from a different angle. I've thought about that many times over
the years and have come to the conclusion she was right. Change is good. Change doesn't always have to be the big life
changing events. Even small changes
redirect our perspective and require us to think.
I recommend taking a walk with a small child. There's
something about walking with a small child that invites a different view of
life as the child notices and is excited about every ant or small creature that
crosses the sidewalk or path. Toddlers
investigate flowers, weeds and the neighbor's cat. They notice birds. The world is new and ready to be explored
when a child takes an adult's hand and begins a trek down a path so familiar to
the adult that he/she no longer actually sees it.
It's all right to enjoy a particular routine, to be
comfortable with an established pattern of life, but it is also a good thing to
shake up that routine a little bit from time to time. Take a different street, try a new shampoo,
learn a new dance step, read a different genre or try a new author, get an
e-reader, taste a food you hated as a child, run instead of walk somewhere, be
early for church, go to a different temple, or just do anything that's a little
different from the usual pattern. You
can make the big drastic changes, experiment with the things you've always
dreamed of doing. That's good too, but
in the little changes we learn about ourselves and are reminded of the reasons
we do things one way instead of another.
We pay closer attention to the things that matter to us. It's in deviating from a habitual pattern
that we discover if there's a reason for the pattern we follow, or if we're
just in a rut.
