When I was younger, I loved change and pursing new goals. I would move the furniture at least once a month using the excuse that it was easier to see how much I had cleaned if the furniture was moved around. I changed purses often, tried new recipes, took classes, joined clubs and committees.
But lately, I have felt myself sinking into a new normal. I like routine and knowing what is coming. I love setting up a meal plan so I know what I need to do for dinner. I like running the same route, listening to the same music. This fall I minimized my wardrobe and I like wearing the same clothes, cutting out some of the choices. I like settlng in on the couch each evening instead of going out. I like getting up and going to bed at the same time. I cringe when I look at the calendar and see that I will be out two or three evenings in one week. I want to finish projects and get rid of clutter. I want to surround myself with fewer things and people that I adore.
I crossed another finish line this morning. I was not as fast as last
year but a bit faster than I predicted. As I was running, I found
myself so relaxed, really enjoying the run.
I think I can celebrate this new normal. I wonder how long it will last?
Celebrating with Ruth and friends today