My name is Will DeFries and this is a Sunday Scary's podcast, Your Cure for the Sunday Blues.

I walked into work the same way that I had always walked into work. I parked my car,

I took the elevator and I made my way to my desk. Like I always did to start my day,

I went to our break room and I made myself a bowl of cereal. I wasn't self-conscious about eating it

in the office because I always arrived at about an hour before 90% of the other employees that

surrounded me. I'd also make a cup of coffee with the company Kureg but it always killed me inside

because every time I did so, you know I'd think about the fact that I'm making a coffee from a

Kureg which is just kind of inherently depressing. Luckily for me my day-to-day responsibilities never

really changed. Rarely did I have a meeting that interrupted my morning and I could normally settle

in without much concern that I'd be interrupted and while I always loved and thrived in my routine,

it was definitely just that, a routine. Something I'd do that without hesitation,

something I'd do with extreme consistency because I was working in a role that kind of demanded it.

But somewhere along the line I began to blur the lines between consistency,

routine and complacency. How many days in a row could I do the same thing without feeling like

I was going insane? Is it possible to reach a point in your routine where you have blinders

onto the other things that you could be doing? Was my routine helpful, hurtful, or somewhere in

the middle which you could argue is actually more hurtful than helpful? While I've never considered

myself to be the smartest person in the room, I've always been able to hang my hat on my work ethic.

Putting in the work to reap the rewards has always been something that drives me so to find myself

in kind of one of those monotonous daily routines, it made me question whether or not I was actually

working hard or simply going through emotions. Deep down I knew that my actions, as regimented

as they were, they weren't hurting the company, but were they really helping? And as I sat there

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