Finding My Way
Even Out of My Routine
I am a creature of habit. Once I find a routine that works I enjoy it and am comforted by it. I like to write in the morning. Sometimes first thing, sometimes after some stretches or yoga. Sometimes before coffee, often with coffee. I like to sit in the nook and light my writing candle (a practice I adopted a couple years ago and added to my routine) and write.
The reality of routine is that they get interrupted by life. Life interrupted my routine this morning. I had to go into work early and I wanted to get presents shipped off to out of town family. I finished wrapping and packing up boxes and I didn’t write. I went to work and then a long overdue date night with my Love. Met my responsibilities and got to have some fun.
All this to say, it is nearing midnight and I am still showing up to write today. It is not ideal, not with my candle, and not in my preferred writing spot, but here I am. It is harder out of routine, but still possible. Busy bees still find their way back home, and on some days I feel like I am doing just that.
