Routine Change or Discombobulation

You know what it’s like.

There’s a job to be done,

Or a project that you’re working on.

You get into a routine,

You’re on a roll. And then…

 

You change your environment or quite simply,

Life happens.

 

It’s been a while since my last post. Over a month, in fact.

It wasn’t intentional, it’s not that I haven’t been doing anything, but life just seemed to take over. Well not even life.

I’ve been in Lagos for the past 2 weeks. I came to repeat a seminar I ran late last year called Create Your LIFE. The seminar was last Thursday. I gave myself a list of other things to do while I’m here.

I’ve probably done only one of those things.

The last time I was in Lagos I gave myself a 4 week lead up to the seminar so I had time to do other things. This time I gave myself only 2 weeks.

The last time, I was able to get settled and into some kind of routine that incorporated my London routine.  It hasn’t happened this time because things got busy almost immediately and not in the way I envisaged.

 

And now that I have the space to focus on the things I set aside to do while I was out here, it’s nearly time - less than a week - for me to go back to the UK.

 

In London, I have a clear morning routine where I do my gratitude, then read and meditate on spiritual material, then do a bit of exercise. I have a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon, first thing, then a smoothie and two meals of some form of protein and vegetables. I walk at least 10,000 steps per day and drink only water.

Here, I do my gratitude, then read and meditate on spiritual material, and do very little exercise. I have a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon, a smoothie sometimes and two meals of more or less anything that isn’t a bad carb. It’s too hot to walk the streets (unless I get up at 5 am) and I still only drink water (for the most part).

This is what can happen when we step out of our routine. We are discombobulated, or should I say, I am discombobulated.

 One of my cousins always asks

 “why can’t you just say confused?”

but I love that word, discombobulated because it says more than being confused.

It says disoriented,

it says spun around,

it says going with the flow without knowing how to swim,

it says not being quite sure where I am,

it says I need to take a moment, not too long, just a moment.

 

Do you know what I mean?

 

And I realise that by not giving myself a moment to settle I’m doing myself a disservice.  I came to Lagos with all these plans of pieces of work to complete but didn’t give myself a fair shot by giving myself a moment to catch my breath.

But I’m here now, 2 weeks later. I’m calm and I will do what I’m able to do before I leave for London next week. And then I’ll finish what I can’t when I get to London. It’s that simple.

 

There is a similar need for kindness to oneself when we step out of our comfort zone. That too will discombobulate us and that discombobulation is laced with not a little fear. Mostly the fear of not knowing where that step is going to lead us. The fear of not knowing who or what we will be on the other side of that comfort zone, and how much it’s going to impact us; the people around us and our lives as we know them.

 

Can you relate to that?

When I think of doing something big or something that scares me. Or if I’m about to do some teaching, I take a breath to compose myself. Not necessarily in the room in front of everyone and not necessarily a literal breath. It could be vocal exercises to get my voice ready, it could be physical exercises, it could be affirmations and it could be just sitting quietly for a moment before I start. But what I don’t always do is take that time after I’ve finished. It may happen incidentally, in fact I’m sure it does and what I think I’m going to do is try and make it more intentional. One of my coaches is always reminding me to reward my accomplishments and Blair Singer tells us to ‘celebrate all wins’ and I think I’m getting that now.  It serves as a marker each time we take that step forward, however baby, out of our comfort zone.

I understand now about my need for space to settle if I’m to leave my familiar environment and I’m going to incorporate it into my life. It doesn’t have to be a long drawn out thing. It can be a day or so to familiarise myself with the new place or space I’m in, or it could be literally a moment to take a deep breath, smell the roses and then forge ahead.

 

More about my trip to Lagos over the next few posts.