I give up. I fished out the skinny jeans from the give-away pile and am wearing them now. They fit so well. I put the boot-cut jeans in the give-away pile, but I am just learning them a lesson in pridefulness, I don’t think I am actually getting rid of them.
It’s 7 on the dot, and I just got dressed a few minutes ago. DC woke me up around 5 this morning but after feeding her, and making my bed, I got under the fuzzy throw blanket and fell back asleep.
I blame the lack of coffee for today and yesterday’s refusal to start my day before sunrise. This is very valid. Like the bougie woman I am, I am considering having a large black coffee delivered to my door. What would Jesus do?
Yesterday I began to question my current reality. Routines are good, but they can also spell the end for moving forward. I’ve succeeded in relocating to New York and though it’s been less than I year, I’ve got a good little routine going. But I don’t want to become the routine, because then it will be hard to change again. I must remain flexible, because change is the only constant.
It’s too soon to say what the next changes will be, but with Spring almost here, I’m keeping my third eye peeled for clues. I already have an inkling that my current routine is only a stepping stone to the next pattern.
Ta ta for now,