I commit myself to when/as I see myself believing that I will be bored doing the same routine, to stop and breathe. I realise that if I find a routine boring, it is no excuse to give up on the routine because I have to always swallow and drink water and I have never been bored: I do it, do not value it through my Mind – through reaction – and only accept what it does for me, and do not incur debt on myself with the action. I commit myself to do a routine to support myself with participating in self intimacy within and producing product without, and stop comparing my routine to fictional standards.
I commit myself to when/as I see myself reacting to my routine looking for a way to escape, then using the excuse of ‘it will take too much time’, to stop and breathe. I realise that when I want to escape from a routine, I demonize routine and worship my own opinion as if it was the core of my beingness, so I become self righteous; I become self righteous at the cost of investigating all points about what I can do and being silent/stopping yammering to myself, able to enjoy this moment without periphery thoughts about everything but what I am physically touching. I commit myself to stop defining my routine as some sort of evil to instead look at my routine, has anything in physical reality changed, what is my physical condition, have I triggered mental conditions/reactions in me, am I dealing with them?