Sometimes when I meditate, I like to count my breaths.
Other times, I focus on the movement of my stomach as I breathe in... breathe out...
When David Lynch died, I spent a few weeks practicing transcendental meditation. For twenty minutes a day, I would repeat the word ienga in my head... Over and over.
When sitting and "being" grows stale, or when I really need to change gears, it's time for breathwork.
The habit of meditation is still there, just from a different angle. Every once in a while, I cycle through to a different technique. Switching things up keeps me engaged, giving little boosts to my focus and dedication.
It's routine on the macro-level, going with the flow on the micro-.