Our lives are made up of routines. The routines quadrant being: seemingly sporadic, seemingly consistent, actually sporadic (which seems less of a routine), or actually consistent. Routines can be defined by something that happens on a scheduled basis—some more frequent, others maybe only a few times. I routinely make myself a cup of Jasmine tea every morning drinking it from the same mug before drawing on my eyes. I also feel my cat child four times a day (twice in the morning, and twice in the evenings…chubs). A new seemingly sporadic routine I’m working on is welcoming change into my life and working past the initial discomfort. Seemingly sporadic as the changes have all been unique, but the process of engaging in the change has slowly become more familiar.
I believe routines serve as the constant in our lives to help us quantitatively understand ourselves better; when we are allowed adjustment of variables to gauge what makes us feel what makes us happier, stronger, indifferent, and of course equally important, less happy.
Upon completion of my latest project, I’ve had the chance to spend some time in Seattle — exercising a combination of old routines and new ones picked up the last few years. While I’ve also brought old routines to Beijing, this was the first time I had consciously brought new routines back to Seattle, which led to bringing a new feeling of routined contentment. I used to tell myself that home is where your heart is, but I think it's something you take with you along the way.