The Inner Monologue

If I’m honest, the part of my routine I try to skip—if I can—doesn’t really belong in it. My routine is flexible by design, a living pattern rather than a rigid list. Anything that can be regularly skipped eventually becomes something separate, an optional activity orbiting around the true core. So while I might postpone tasks that feel redundant or uninspired, I don’t call that “skipping.” I call it adaptation. My real routine, the essential rhythm of my days, is made only of things that matter enough that I rarely want to skip them at all.