To Routine or Not to Routine
An internal monologue on what I really want: a carefully curated routine or a nomadic life
Today I returned home after traveling for 25 days. Little things on my desk bring back beautiful memories. Every object reminds me of a person, a place, a moment. The lights, the smell, the temperature, my bed - just the way I like it. So why do I travel? Why leave all this to live out of a backpack? Unfamiliar beds, noise, discomfort. Why?
I keep asking myself - what do I really want? A carefully curated routine or a nomadic life?
Routine is precious. When the basics are sorted, time frees up. To fill life with moments of greater beauty - to share laughs with loved ones, to observe their changing moods, to build habits, to live with intention.
But routine has a trap. If I’m not careful, life starts running on autopilot. Days slip by. Travel somehow forces me out of it. Every day is new - new bed, new settings, new conversations…even a new me. I notice my fears, my excitements, the contradictions I carry. My values get tested. And I come back knowing just a little more about myself.
So, what do I want?
Maybe.. a changing routine. A routine shaped by experiences. A routine that brings me closer to my values. A routine that never lets me take its beauty for granted.


A routine which is in flux, conducive enough for your growth.