I took last week off from my regular writing, which provided me with a change of tempo. Not less work, as the time got filled up differently, but nonetheless a different feel to the days. Whilst my life largely lacks routine in terms of timings, it does nonetheless have things that repeat.
It was a reminder to myself that familiarity is both a comfort and a trap, and in either case can become insidious. I come out of that week with more energy than i took into it, partly and simply because it felt different.
Use your sixty seconds today to consider the tempo of your own week: how much is filled with the familiar, and how much of it varies?
And of the things that repeat, do you ever find the time to question if they have become a routine, or simply dogmatic repetition?
Just a curious thing, I'm not an English native speaker, so when I first read the word "tempo" in your daily post, I associated a different idea. In Portuguese, we use the word "tempo" for time, wheather and, yes, for music tempo. I guess there's more to "tempo" than tempo, which made this daily post even more inspiring ;)