Quotes About Routine

The way I see it, anything you do once a week happens often enough to be important to you, whether it's church, a strategic thinking session at work, your Sunday dinner with your parents, or your softball team practice.

En efecto, aprender a aprovechar las mañanas es algo que, en nuestro distraído mundo, puede marcar la diferencia entre el logro y el caos.

por lo general vuelvo a mi escritorio y, en lugar de iniciar mi día de trabajo, me siento tentada a servirme una taza de café y navegar sin rumbo por internet.

so, I have narrowed all these ideas down to nine practical rules with the biggest impact: Give yourself a bedtime Plan on Fridays Move by 3 p.m. Three times a week is a habit Create a back-up slot One big adventure, one little adventure Take one night for you Batch the little things Effortful before effortless

I feel like I spend much of my energy some days convincing the younger people in my house to go to bed so I can go to bed. There is always something else that has to happen. The toddler wants to be rocked again. Someone else's homework must go in the backpack. Someone has forgotten to tell me something very important, some story that takes meandering minutes

madness. Before the rest of the world is eating breakfast, the most successful people have already scored daily victories that are advancing them toward the lives they want.

A planned life is a dead life.

The first day of school is bullshit

I focus on a project in the morning before scanning my inbox so that I take control of my day instead of my inbox taking control of it. The

But if roteness is a danger, it is also the way liturgy works. When you don't have to think all the time about what words you are going to say next, you are free to fully enter into the act of praying; you are free to participate in the life of God.

They play like file clerks file.

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

And they would do what they always did.

A rut is a grave with the ends knocked out.

"Pray, my dear," quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"—"Good G—!" cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time—"Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?"

Weekday morning routine: Take shower. Assemble perfect outfit. Apply makeup. Pull hair into bun. Secure with glitter pencils. Accept twenty-dollar bill from Dad. Pick up latte and creamy chocolate brioche from cafe. Drive to school the long way. Listen to sad music way too loud. Nab choice parking spot under tree.

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn thought uneasily of her own life, of hours spent making breakfasts, serving dinners, packing lunches into neat paper bags. How was it possible to spend so many hours spreading peanut butter across bread?

For the rest of her life, this would be what Marilyn thought of first when she thought of her mother. Her mother, who had never left her hometown eighty miles from Charlottesville, who always wore gloves outside the house, and who never, in all the years Marilyn could remember, sent her to school without a hot breakfast

She still powdered her nose after cooking and before eating; she still put on lipstick before coming downstairs to make breakfast. So they called it keeping house for a reason. Marilyn thought. Sometimes it did run away.

I always find that regular habits make for a calmer life.

Exercise, Discipline, then Affection.

I find that physics is like oysters—it's best first thing in the morning—so I always have these physics books in the loo.

Sometimes girls, especially those whose tastes aren't routine, don't get a fair break. Too many of us have been bred to timidity. That is why those who escape must run, not stroll, toward what they desire. They mustn't look back. They mustn't question their own instincts. And they mustn't listen to the naysayers. If they can only follow their own true course, well then, they will be as renowned for their bravery as the greatest men are.

Once a week she would have to strain her nerves in going over about one dozen letters and a few dozen papers, mostly Fireside Companions from Portland, Maine. The mail sack would be dumped out on the floor and sorted over there.