Every so often I yearn for a routine. When I was still in college, for about a month I would wake up, listen to Just for Now by Imogen Heap, make a cup of coffee and skedaddle out the door to my art history class.
When I got home, I’d make myself a pressed prosciutto sandwich with provolone cheese and grilled onions.
Everyday. For a month.
Pending a new morning anthem, which may end up being this Beyoncé song I stumbled upon last night, my new routine features an evening pot of herbal tea (chamomile, hibiscus, and dried orange rind), sharing a conversation, and a chocolate chip cookie.
I may have to squeeze in this sandwich for breakfast.
Sometimes I only have time to brush my teeth in the morning. Other times, I can make sandwiches with tomatoes, avocados, and sharp cheddar cheese.
And cook two eggs side by side and cut them in half. Some of us enjoy open-faced sandwiches. And earl grey tea.
What’s your routine?