I am a woman of routines... I suppose it is the child in me that needs the security of repetition, of standards, of schedule, of as many comfort zones and as far as I can extend them... ok, boooooring, you will say... I will not argue against it... I also feel sometimes that my life, my ways, are indeed boring... and then I dye my fingernails black, or I buy a third lamp to put on the dresser to break the symmetry and a pair of shoes I know I will not be wearing anytime soon in this lifetime... I cook Thai food, I have a drink at home alone on a Wednesday night and I pick a new hobby (like knitting for example...), trying to break this exact routine I crave...
But, boring or not, I do love my little routines... My waking up and having a coffee and two cookies for breakfast while smoking my ciggy and checking facebook and the news, my 11:30 break (I have another ciggy then...), my lunch with my best friends gossiping and nagging and laughing and comforting each other, my late evening beauty drill (yep, always remove makeup and clean face before going to bed, also take shower to relax and apply magic potions... how else do you think I keep young and beautiful??!! ;)
My Saturday morning or running errands, my Sunday morning walk followed by cuddling on the sofa with a good film (or two or three...), my Thursday pilates session after work, my taking the shoes off and changing clothes the moment I enter my home...
These are my little moments.... precious and comforting as times pass... And they are better than shoes! Not only for the security that they provide me in a world uncertain as can be where nothing is guaranteed and everything can be upsides down from one moment to the next... not only because they keep me balanced and calm, kinda like Xanax but without side effects... but also, mainly, because they are mine! The little things make us who we are and these little things make me who I am. Orderly, neat, with my small (or big...) bad habits, devoted, and yes, boring even... Would I be me otherwise? The question doesn't even make sense...
But, boring or not, I do love my little routines... My waking up and having a coffee and two cookies for breakfast while smoking my ciggy and checking facebook and the news, my 11:30 break (I have another ciggy then...), my lunch with my best friends gossiping and nagging and laughing and comforting each other, my late evening beauty drill (yep, always remove makeup and clean face before going to bed, also take shower to relax and apply magic potions... how else do you think I keep young and beautiful??!! ;)
My Saturday morning or running errands, my Sunday morning walk followed by cuddling on the sofa with a good film (or two or three...), my Thursday pilates session after work, my taking the shoes off and changing clothes the moment I enter my home...
These are my little moments.... precious and comforting as times pass... And they are better than shoes! Not only for the security that they provide me in a world uncertain as can be where nothing is guaranteed and everything can be upsides down from one moment to the next... not only because they keep me balanced and calm, kinda like Xanax but without side effects... but also, mainly, because they are mine! The little things make us who we are and these little things make me who I am. Orderly, neat, with my small (or big...) bad habits, devoted, and yes, boring even... Would I be me otherwise? The question doesn't even make sense...
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