Sometimes I have a cigar for breakfast.
Just to remind myself that my life is my own and the distinction between weekend and weekday, work and play, relaxation and focus, is entirely up to me.
I have a pretty normal, productive routine. But sometimes I act it out without thinking. Just go with the motions. Can forget that it’s designed and chosen by me. To refresh my sense of agency, I try to mix it up sometimes. Stay up late doing work. Read a book in the middle of the day.
Sometimes the purpose and power of self-imposed rules is forgotten, until they are bent or broken.
I want to be efficient, but I don’t want to live on autopilot.