Oh, I Try

I have a love-hate relationship with routine. The monotony of it bores me and I find it anything but stimulating. On the other hand, there is some comfort in doing things in a particular order. Thinking is not as involved because it is familiar and there is less chance of decision fatigue. I’m realizing that I prefer the word rhythm to the word routine to talk about things I do (almost) daily. It has a sense of ease about it, not as strict. My mind (and soul) rebels a little at the confining thought of doing the same things over and over.