Routine

Instinctively, I abhor routine. Discipline and me are enemies. I have been accused of being a lover of angst, a purportedly restless soul and an emotional cripple. All of which, may be true. To be these things, though, you can’t afford routine. Yet, at specific periods in my past it has been routine that has led me to pastures of peace, where having grazed for a bit, I, with alarming routine, took off again. Now, I find myself with no choice but to adopt routine again. This time though, likely forever. I do hope the peace is worth it.