Groundhog Day

Growing up, I always enjoyed watching Groundhog Day. The story of a somewhat cynical man who relives the same day, over and over, when he visits the small town of Punxsutawney.

Sometimes, especially as we get older, it can feel as though our lives follow a similar path. There is a routine that we stick to and follow, day after day. We get up, we go to work, and look forward to coming home. We long for the weekends but moan when Sunday evening rolls back around for we know that Monday morning is only a sleep away – before the whole laborious routine begins again.

Of course, there is much that happens throughout and between this routine too. Yes, we may work shifts or a 9-5, but the evenings or weekends are often ours to enjoy. It is not quite the same storyline as poor old Phil Connors, the weatherman then, but sometimes it can feel as though it does adopt a semblance of monotony.

This is simply life I hear you cry. Yes, it is, and there are those around us who thrive on routine. I’m not suggesting either that we must up sticks and move abroad or change our job immediately or alter our perspective, but Groundhog Day, as a concept at least, is an interesting one. Yes, we must work, or study, and we must earn money so that we can pay the bills; but what about switching up the routine? If only by a little? For those who are fed up of hearing, “I Got You Babe” every morning, perhaps just trying something different, or adding something new to your routine, can alleviate this feeling of repetitiveness. A new hobby perhaps for the evening, or something simple like taking a different route to work. Trying that new restaurant or visiting somewhere completely unexplored on the weekends. 

We often shirk the idea of change, preferring the familiarity of routine – even if we say we don’t – because it makes us feel safe and comforted. But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s good to break the monotony of every day life, and move away from the familiarity found in Punxsutawney.