My husband has long suffered my intolerance of something called a “rut”. This is my fear of getting stuck in my beloved routines and fossilizing therein. This is possibly a reasonable anxiety, research tends to show that experiencing new things, having challenges and spending time with a variety of people all help to keep us healthy.
However, I may have an extreme version of this need to not get stuck in a rut. I fervently hope I am getting less extreme as I age, but I may not be the one to ascertain the verity of this fact. It used to be the case that if we went to the same restaurant twice I would bleat loudly about how boring life is and that we were ‘stuck in a rut’. As I say, long-suffering.
This week though, reminds me of the energy that get from variety. There are lots of new things, mixed up with the routine. The week so far has seen working in three different locations. But the same coffee ritual each morning to ground me.
I have had one church meeting of the CAFOD group, one Scouts meeting. As a family we have been out to a dessert restaurant late one evening after my work trip to London (Pirlo’s– if you’re in Birmingham, go visit!) and also a pub lunch on Monday in between work meetings.
I visited Walsall New Art Galleryat lunch time yesterday for a short curator’s talk on the visiting Holbein, which I love. Seriously love that painting.
We saw the NTLive showing of Nick Hytner’s production of Julius Caesar at the Electric Cinema. Thanks to everyone who strongly recommended I go to see that, it was brilliant.
The rest of the week contains my cousin’s wedding – I cannot wait, I love weddings and love hanging out with family; Nashville In Concert (my love of that TV show possibly deserves analysis in its own blog) and the potential for a lazy day of reading and catching up on what is sadly the final season of the aforementioned Nashville.
Ruts be gone.