Every morning I do a song and dance with my hallway. I step out of my home into the hallway. I then step right back in. I run to the bathroom and note that indeed I had turned off the flat iron. I then run back out and lock the door. Then, my brain nags and nags me. I then unlock the door and run back in to the bathroom. Yes, the flat iron is still off. It didn’t magically turn itself on. Nor did I somehow not turn it off when I went to look at it previously. Seriously, this is problematic.
I do not want to do this dance. It’s no fun and I can’t think of a good soundtrack to accompany it. Although, I truly haven’t tried to find a song by which to do this little dance. I bet if I sat for 10 minutes and focused, I could come up with a song and choreography. But the dance itself has taken up too much of my time already.
With that said I’m peeved at myself for doing this. But everyone does it. We doubt ourselves even when things are set routines. We wonder if this time it is different; whether this is the one time we did forget. Then we scare ourselves. And, then we guilt ourselves. What if the whole block burns down as a result? We would never forgive ourselves. It is quite a mental-gymnastics process. We should really tap into our sense of self and remind ourselves of our routines. They exist for a reason. And, we are creatures of habits. With that said, I’ll still go and check to make sure.