I never thought I’d ever write a sentence like this, but DAMN do I miss normalcy.
Normalcy is so boring.
Normal is what I’ve tried to get away from.
Waking up at the same time every day? Normal. Showering + getting dressed + having a green smoothie while reading the paper? Normal. Making breakfast in your own kitchen with food from your refrigerator? Normal. Having an organized place to get work done? Normal.
I never missed normal until it was far, far away from my reality. This whole moving business has been AMAZING and I’m beyond pleased – all caps really would serve better here: BEYOND PLEASED to be in the new house finally. Unpacking gets overwhelming every so often, but for the most part it’s loads of fun for this Type A gal and her Type A Man-Piece. We love to organize shit, y’all, and it is going WELL.
But in the middle of all of this is chaos. We have no internet. Until NEXT WEEK. So, for someone who likes to break the day up into tiny little low-calorie slices of work / play / exercise / chores / whatever pie, it’s an adjustment. I actually have to Go To Work. Pack A Bag. Something else called Get Dressed, which is as foreign to me as the German language. [Though, if you listen really carefully, German is kind of intuitive, surprisingly.]
Routine is the sort of beast that you don’t miss until it’s gone, and you wake up one day all like, holy shit I had a regular routine and I didn’t even know it! Routine, you betch, you fooled me!
At one point, I prided myself on the fact that I didn’t HAVE a routine. I was all #humblebrag like, oh I don’t set my alarm, sometimes I don’t eat breakfast until 10am *hair toss*. Other days I get up at 7 and crank shit out and don’t eat lunch until 3pm, it’s like so crazy you guys *more hair tossing*.
And now, Routine has showed up and is like GOTCHA. Because I miss her. She snuck into my apartment, climbed in my bed, got all snuggled up, and I didn’t even KNOW. [But it’s not like that, let’s not make this too heavy.]
And THEN, after I was all warm and snuggly – without even knowing I was warm and snuggly – she LEFT ME. And I was COLD and MISERABLE. And I was like ROUTIIINNEEEEEE COME BACKKKKK. With the extra “K” sounds on the end, definitely.
If this were a traditional sort of place, I’d get all positive and zen right now: EMBRACE the change. BE the change. The new thing will be gone so soon, so really be IN THE MOMENT and enjoy yourself. Yoga. Namaste. Meditate. Green smoothie. [Idk, green smoothie sounded good there.]
Like, that’s great and all (and true), but at the moment I really just want my friends, Normal and Routine, to come back to bed. Snuggle me! Please!