I knew that I loved my ruts. Now I know why.
When life throws you for a curve, it's nice to brainlessly step back into the rituals of life. Little things.
Getting up at the same time to face a day that is predictable. Bound by responsibilities that leave no options. A work ethic that places goals out there, no matter what else is going on in life.
Back to school. Back to the book keeping. Back to dancing.
There is still an inner dialogue that is in the background of my mind. But it's not all consuming.
I love my hum drum little life. I know what to expect ... 98% of the time anyway.
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