Every single day, I wake up and I follow a routine, followed by sitting in my box, following more predictable tasks.
- Alarm clock rings, hit snooze for two hours.
- Wake up late, make tea for one, and begin conditioning without a partner to exercise with, for about 45 minutes to an hour.
- Choke on still-exhausted breaths in the steam from the shower. (Should catch my breath before going into a hot shower) Then dry.
- Make breakfast for one and set a spot for myself next to one other that has never been set for a second.
- Then I sit in a room away from any windows and I return to the internet to do my thing and sit in front of a camera, play games, and punch words.
I do this nearly every single day of my life, and barely ever see another person throughout the day, because all of this takes place within the same hundred square foot radius as it did the very day before. When I see someone else, it’s my dad, and we don’t have a reason to talk to one another, unless it’s urgent; we keep to ourselves.
But there’s so much more to it, and I am the happiest I have ever been. I love my patterns and the routine I follow makes me feel extraordinary, no matter how it reads out in text.
Every day is a good day, even when it goes awry, the clock will run it all through.
Every morning I will set a spot for you, and we’ll love every day, starting with our tea for two.