My 2020 has, like most others’, been objectively horrific: all of the big life events that I’d been making my happiness contingent on (the last day of high school, prom, freshers) have effectively been cancelled. Instead, I have spent the best part of the year sitting in my bedroom, staring at the same four walls, feeling like I’m slowly going insane. It is during this stretch of time that I think a lot of people, including myself, have started to truly appreciate the importance of routine in the face of total chaos.