I don’t know about you, but I’ve fallen in love with something I didn’t think I would be capable of loving for a while.
Yes, I know there are some people running around saying that routine is from the devil.
Then there are others who put it up on a pedestal and worship it like it’s worthy of such things.
I’m not in either place.
Well, I hope I’m not, anyway.
This past spring, I promised myself I was going to get into the routine of blogging again.
I bought a dry erase calendar to stick to my wall, then I marked the days each week I was going to blog.
Once that routine was back in place, I added journaling on the days I didn't blog.
It was working out in ways better than I could have possibly imagined.
And then came summer.
I could say it came in like a wrecking ball (which it did), but that would be a little bit too obvious.
Regardless, it came, along with blistering temperatures, crazy thunderstorms, and upheavals every time I turned around.
It shot my good blogging routine to hell.
Actually, it shot far more of my routine to hell than just blogging, but that’s a five thousand word essay I have neither the time nor the inclination to write at the moment.
What I can say is that I’ve missed the routine.
I can also say that the reason why I love routine is because (at least for me personally), it means I’ve committed to a certain path and I’m determined to see what is waiting for me at the end of it.
Walking away from the routine says I either didn’t want it badly enough, or I had to give it up for something that means more.
I would much rather have it be the second than the first, in case you were wondering how I feel about it.
So, yes… I love routine.
I’m hoping to have a new one in place with this whole blogging thing by the time I leave for Kenya next month.
Yes, that got postponed from the end of July.
And yes, it is really happening. Airline tickets have been purchased and everything.
I’ll try to make it (and some of the fundraising details) the focus of my next blog -