A new word from my Spanish class today, translated as "dailies" or "routine."
I have discovered (and my family may say they always knew this about me) that I am a person of routine. I need to have a plan, to know what comes next. This has been both a blessing and a curse in my life.
While I struggle to beat depression and culture shock, and to find my place in this new land, I made a list of things that I need daily to take care of myself, to feel safe, and to be able to take care of others and do my job(s) well.
something caffeinated (black tea, chocolate, or coffee)
30 minutes of prayer/meditation
30 minutes of exercise
a sincere conversation or gentle touch from Aaron
some kind of brain input-something to think about
connection with a friend
positive physical contact with the kids
Of course, I don't get all of these things every day. But what if I did? How might that change my perspective on life?
I also enjoy creating routines for our family during the week.
On Mondays we eat pizza.
On Tuesdays I get a special coffee from downstairs.
On Wednesdays we get ice cream after school.
On Thursdays we eat something spicy.
On Fridays we have movie night with popcorn.
On Saturdays we go to the market.
On Sundays we go to church, Skype, and eat roasted chicken.
This rhythm keeps me going, helps me to look forward to something, and sets boundaries to help us care for ourselves and each another.
And then it starts over again. and again. and again....creating cadence and cotidianas.