Five Minute Friday. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
It can be good or bad. I did this again. I did that again. I failed at this again. I succeeded at that again. He did it again. She didn’t do it again.
I live in the past a lot. I reminisce about bygone days as if every moment in my history, even the bad ones, can be fondly recollected. As if the here and now is never good enough. The future is an unfocused, muddy swamp, but the past…the past offers 20/20 vision. It offers experience. It offers familiarity.
E and I were talking about the comfort of routines. The peace in the mundane, day-after-day, always the same. B has a book that has a line, “Every morning, same routine.” The first time I heard it, I thought he was mimicking me when I complain about doing the same thing day-in-and-day-out, but he was quoting the book which extols the virtues of that day-in-and-day-out. As if doing the same thing again and again is a comfort in and of itself.
It can be. And it can not be.
I think in his little world, it’s a comfort because he knows what to expect. And really, who doesn’t want to know what to expect? Who doesn’t want to dwell in the familiar, at least most of the time? Excitement and surprises are good at times, but the same, the familiar, the routine, the “again,” are like a worn blanket that you curl up with at night. It’s not much to look at it, it’s not particularly exciting, and maybe it smells a little funky. But it’s yours and it’s what you know and it’s comfortable.
So you curl up with it again. And it feels nice.