“Oh I can’t stand the routine” “oh everything is just about routine” “Knowing that tomorrow is going to have the same routine just kill me” hum… it’s funny how some things can get the worst out of us, and some can get the best out of us, and routine today, in my small conversation room, seems to get the worst out of people… while somewhere else in the world, I know people are struggling to get a sense of routine, a sense of stability. What if routine could become a foundation? Not a rock. Rocks are fixed and do not move, and routine should evolve and move with the evolution of our life. Rather like a good pair of shoes, or a strong bicycle, an easy to carry scooter, something to move us forward, and help us keep our brain healthy and in good shape.
A Fish on a Hill 