I like routine. Not routine as in "ordinary," but routine as in "I wake up at 5 a.m., write a draft of my column, get ready for my day job, ride my motorcycle to work, review the first draft of my column, polish it up, submit it and get on with the rest of my day" kind of routine.
Some people spend their lives in pursuit of adrenaline, adventure and the thrill of not knowing what's next. As for me, I do better with regimen. Don't get me wrong, I like intrigue and unpredictability as much as anyone. But I've come to recognize that order keeps me happy and grounded.
A couple of years ago, I made a routine of going to Starbucks up in La Crescenta every day before work. I'd ride my motorcycle down the hill, get my coffee and chill out for 30 minutes. It was my own mini-moment of solitude, and I had grown quite fond of it.