Zombies are all over the place. On TV and in movies, in tongue-in-cheek apocalypse contingency plans, even silly cartoon versions in my son’s favourite computer games. I frequently comment that I feel like a zombie after a particularly long day or bad sleep.
Ok, so I’m not looking to cannibalize anyone’s brains. Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of zombie. But I was thinking about it today. What does a zombie do? Wander brainlessly through life with a rather ignoble single purpose.
So am I a zombie?
I love a routine as much as (probably more than) the next girl. I like how I can sail through a set of tasks mindlessly – especially first thing in the morning. Routines can be a great tool to accomplish big things in life.
But what bothers me is the “mindless” part. This morning I was thinking about my life the past few days. Sometimes I feel like I’m just surviving life. Just going through the daily motions.
I need to wake up from my zombie state. I need to be more purposeful about what I’m doing and, more importantly, why I’m doing it.