As I type this, our new white noise machine hums in the hallway that leads to the kids’ room. They have been asleep a good few hours, and I have slowed down to drink a warm lemon tea in my favorite cup. After a tough day, the peace in my apartment is so clear and tangible, I wish I could wrap myself in it for a few days. When I’m done typing, I’ll pick-up the apartment, I’ll put the dishes in the dishwasher, and pack up their school folders and refill their water bottles before making my way to my bed. I need that routine like I need the coffee in the morning.
Months in this apartment have quickly become years, and it feels as if it is expanding. An ever-so-slight expansion. One that is grounded while in constant transition. Isn’t that a funny thing? To feel grounded and peaceful in an ever-changing space? With that said, my nighttime routine feels almost religious. It happens despite the transition. Despite the days working at the desk, rushed mornings, day-long photo shoots, late-working evenings, and slow stumbling pm routines.
While at the coffee shop today, the barista shouted my order, and we talked a bit routines. Like, they know I often go and sit in the same spot for a brief pause after drop off. Mostly, our conversation was about how routines can make you feel comforted. I feel like it’s an important time to hold to what we are most comforted by.
How are you feeling lately? And while I’m at it…do you have a nighttime routine?