Habitual Happenings.

I’ve fallen into a routine. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Read. Journal. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Routines aren’t always a bad thing, but they’re not for everyone. Over the last month or so I’ve learned an incredible amount about myself: routines are not for me. Shenanigans are a necessary part of this gal’s life.

As I texted my former college roommate today, we told each other just how much we missed one another. The best part? We missed the things that previously drove us nuts. I missed hearing her talk in her sleep every night. She missed tripping over the large pile of recycling by our front door. I missed having dirt stuck to the bottom of my feet because people liked to wear their dirty cowboy boots into our room. She missed the grit in her sheets. I missed sweeping seed beads off the floor (she does beautiful bead work). She missed the aroma of coffee that occupied our room (I’m a caffeine fiend). What I missed the most? Sharing part of my life with such a wonderful individual.

I went to class and roping practice religiously while at school, but the moments in between those two activities were always unpredictable. So until I can indulge in crazy shenanigans with my beloved former roommate once again, I’ll have to find ways to mix up this routine that I’ve so helplessly fallen into.

What activities do you partake in daily? Is there any mischief you wish to get into?