I like routine.
I like it when things happen in an orderly fashion.
Unfortunately with the speed my life has been changing these days, its been a bit messy.
I'm cleaning up and organizing on many levels at work and home both. It keeps me up at night sometimes. I find myself in that limbo between sleep and waking and I wish I were coherent enough to make out lists.
Somehow though that weird midwaking is helping me keep mental lists even if I can't consciously write them out.
Things are getting done. Not all things, but most things and all urgent matters.
This is good. I may be catching the eggs just before they hit the floor....but I am catching them.
I find myself praying as I walk around the parking lot during my cigarrette break (yeah...God knows I smoke). I think it helps. I can lean on higher power instead of counting on myself.
Somehow I keep finding the right answers. Somehow I keep finishing the day before the next begins...
I'll be glad when normalcy returns though.
I miss order.