For me, normal is…
Waking up at six in the morning to write, write, write, while wearing my enormous, feels-exactly-like-a-big-soft-hug sweater, and sipping from a ginormous mug of instant coffee. Which usually goes cold because I tend to forget it when I get caught up in my writing.
Organizing my wonderful, beautiful books while listening to Glenn Miller & His Orchestra. With a few swing-y dance moves if I’m alone (which doesn’t often happen).
Curling up in Mom’s comfy rocking chair by the window and reading Jack Cavanaugh’s books or Unbroken or Violins of Autumn or Gone With the Wind. Or just anything. If the house is cold, I’ll wear two pairs of socks and my aforementioned sweater and read for hours. And hours. And HOURS.
Eating oatmeal with almond milk and drinking coffee + cream for breakfast.
Walking down to the mailbox on lazy, golden summer evenings, hoping that there’s a letter or package for me.
Watching movies at night with my siblings, snuggled up on the leather couch with my glasses on, thrilling over Casablanca or keeping up a running commentary on an episode of Combat! with Elisabeth. And then we’ll pause for snack breaks and bathroom breaks and it’ll usually take us three hours to finish a movie half that length, but it’s still great.
And all those other tiny, perfect things that make up my super-cool-and-awesome life.
What things make your routine amazing?
P.S. This post is dedicated to the fact that my life has been anything but normal for quite some time and I’m ready for it to go back to the way it was.