First Week Down: What I’ve Learned About Goals and Routine

After my first week in this new chapter of life, one thing has become very clear: goals and routine are imperative to my well-being.

For the past three weeks, I have been closing out my career and adjusting to civilian life. During that transition, I found myself waffling a bit. Without structure, I realized I needed to return to something familiar — a routine. I decided to use the same model I relied on when I was recovering from neck surgery: small, intentional habits that create structure and purpose.

For the first time in twenty-five years, I don’t have a professional role defining my day. I’ve spent my adult life as a teacher, a principal, or a Soldier. In every role, the expectations were the same — professionalism at all times. My bosses, both in education and the military, believed the job was twenty-four seven. That expectation was especially true when I ran a school on the border of Arizona.

So how do I feel now?

Surprisingly, I don’t feel lost or confused. Instead, I feel relieved and calmer.

For the first time in a long time, the only expectations placed on me are my own — and maybe those of my husband and our dogs.

That said, my first week was not exactly my best version of myself. I didn’t work out. I didn’t eat particularly well. I spent more time on my phone than I should have. I slept in and even skipped walking the dog.

While it was nice for a moment, I quickly realized something important: that lifestyle is not healthy for me. I function best with goals and routines.

So today I went back to the healthier version of myself.

The morning started simply. I made coffee and took the dog for a walk in the snow and crazy wind. It wasn’t a long walk, but it was necessary. Winston and I pray and talk during our morning walks. He’s a great listener — mostly because he never tells me I’m wrong. Being outside and surrounded by nature grounds me, and this morning it woke me up in the best way.

After our walk, Winston and I had our usual cuddles while I finished my coffee. Then my husband and I went through our morning routine together before saying our goodbyes and starting the day.

Next came my workout.

It was exactly what I needed: a walk/jog, a cool-down walk, and then some cycling. Sweating and pushing my heart rate always sets the tone for a great day. I spent about an hour and ten minutes focusing on myself, and after that, my day truly began.

One thing I noticed this week is that I still dress for the day with intention. Even though I could stay in pajamas all day, that’s simply not who I am. I get dressed in something that feels ladylike and business casual because it helps me feel good about myself. I still put on makeup, shower, and prepare for the day just as if I were heading into work.

The difference now is that my “work” looks a little different.

This week my responsibilities included transitioning out of my career and scheduling appointments. I still use my Post-it note lists because they give me a sense of purpose and direction.

And honestly, that purpose matters.

I don’t feel out of place or uncertain. I still have goals, and each week I set intentions for what I want to accomplish.

This week’s goals included:

• A meeting

• Working on the website

• Progress on my book

• Updating my resume

Next week will be a short week because I have an adventure planned, which means I need to complete everything by Wednesday.

Having goals keeps me grounded. It gives me direction.

So I’ve returned to my routine, this time with a daily to-do list to keep me focused. I’ve learned that even during periods of change, I still need structure and purpose.

I love my family deeply. But if COVID taught me anything, it’s that when I’m home, I must also remember to take care of myself.

And right now, that starts with routine.