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Today You Are Here: Routine

Each morning, while my eyes are still sticky with sleep and my head groggy from being pulled from slumber, I turn on music. I open Spotify and click on a playlist. Give Me Jesus, I have called it. Six or seven songs play on repeat for my first hour awake. All month these songs have been quietly streaming from my iPhone as I turn on lights and begin my morning tasks. The same songs, over and over again. It has added a chant-like quality to the rhythms of early day. The lyrics repeat, I sing along as I pour my first cup of coffee, as I crack eggs over the hot skillet. And tomorrow morning when I rise I will push play and hear these same songs again. I will crack eggs and pour coffee again.

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Repetition does not have to bring boredom. It can offer freedom.

I usually put on a similar outfit each day. A uniform, if you will. Leggings, long shirt, sweater or denim button down. A pair of flip flops if its warm, my toms if it is cold. I always drink a cup of coffee in the morning, usually out of the same plain-white mug. A dash of cream, heated up, poured first. My first hour is the same each day. Teeth brushed, Bible opened, lunch packed, husband woken, breakfast made.

Repetition saves me. It grants me a sweet space for my feet to stand steady while this planet I’m on spins around and around.

I’ve heard it called the daily grind. These repetitive routines that happen day after day, week after week, month after month. As if you can only clench your jaw and push through the misery of this dailiness. As if routines and rhythms and repetition are a necessary evil rather than a reliable grace.

“The daily round of sunrise to sunset that marks the coming and passing of each day is no longer a symbol of human hopes, or of God’s majesty, but a grind, something we must grit our teeth to endure…Being willing to care for oneself and others on a daily basis is no small part of what constitutes basic human sanity, a faith in the everyday.” -Kathleen Norris

I’ve heard of coffee shops called the daily grind. I love the redemption of this phrase. Instead of implying that each day is a drudgery to plough down it offers a spark of joy, a steaming gift that you get to enjoy again and again, day after day after day.

The songs from the morning go with me through the day, as I cart children to school and wipe spit-up off the floor and stir macaroni and read stories. I hear the words on repeat in my head, participating in my own way in monastic practices. The rhythms of these hymns and praises beat internally as the rhythms of the blessed daily grind keep my soul in time.

{This is a part of my Today You Are Here series. Join me over here for the 31 days of October as we practice being present together. Or enter your email address below to have updates sent directly to your inbox!}

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2 Comments

  • Reply
    Jessica
    October 27, 2016 at 12:28 pm

    Love this, Greer — this series has been such a great part of my October! Thanks for sharing your everyday with us.

    • Reply
      greeroharah
      October 31, 2016 at 10:19 am

      Thank you Jessica – I really appreciate you sharing my words on you blog too.

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