I Hate Routine, But Sometimes It's Essential...
My morning routine is critical, because my brain is on autopilot for at least the first 30 minutes. Mine's pretty straightforward... starts with a shower, ends with me fully dressed sipping that first cup of coffee.
Well, a few weeks ago, I decided that I need to mix it up. I got in the shower first, as usual, but after the shower, I skipped the tooth brushing and other minor grooming activities, and went and put on my socks.
I have to tell you... there is something that just feels perverted about standing naked in the bathroom, except for a pair of socks. It's just wrong on so many levels. I stood there, brushed my teeth, and then put on my t-shirt. So now I'm standing there, naked from the waist down, except for those damned socks, with clean teeth, trying to decide what to do next. After a minute's reflection, I just ********, got back in the shower and started all over. Just needed to reset. I vowed never, ever to do that again.
I hate routines, but by God, there are some I'm just not going to give up.