How do you cope with the daily routine?

[Lilya]

I don´t know about you, but too much routine has always been my worst enemy, but also my greatest challenge. As a depressive recovering addict I need fulfillment in my life and a solide routine is necessesary. But I dread it. Life can become boring for me if I´m not always on the go. It´s the old adrenaline that use to crave altered moods, but now I crave inspiration and occasional adventures.

Yesterday I was blue, sitting in my office and doing the same thing as year before and the year before that. I went to a yoga class and the teacher had this wonderful aromatherapy combined with the postures. I felt instantly better. Rose, sandalwood, lavender mixed with citrus. It was wonderful.

Use adversity

[Juls]

Hi Lilya,

It does take a little effort and some creativity to keep live interesting, especially if a person has had a life that involved using and various crisis.

Fortunately for me right now, with my job, and my new house my life is sufficiently interesting for me now.

Today I went to a skincare convention in San Francisco. It is a mad house of different vendors selling their products. Of course each one is supposed to be better than the one before. LOL

Then we took our daughter and went down to fishermans wharf where we played on the beach, when to Ghiradelli Square (have you heard of it), and had a great meal of fresh cracked crab at a restaurant I like. The weather was beautiful, and since I grew up in the City I get to do the same things with my daughter that I did and loved as a child. It's very fullfilling somehow.

Juls

[2stop]

I know exactly what you mean about boring routines, feeling unsatisified unless adrenaline is rushing and pounding through every vein in your body. I yearn for the security and discipline of schedule and routine...but my heart demands adventure sans safety. It's almost as though I must feel on the doorstep of death before I can feel satisfied to bake cookies and vacuum and dust. I think it comes down to I have to verify and justify my existence..because for so long I have felt disconnected to the living..life was all around, yet I couldn't reach it, couldn't be a "part" of it....living adventurously and dangerously somehow makes us sense we ARE the master of our fate. For so long we only knew basic or even subhuman survival...we don't quite know where we "fit" in the scheme of things, adrenaline helps us to feel empowered. Then I get worn out with the "adventure" and crave hearth and home...it's just a big ole cycle I guess...