Open Text: Before you read, I want you to know this will be my last post till December. Something fantastic happened, which I will post about in December.
Just think about this as an end to the first installment, and await the next one with the same anticipation that you wait for the Hobbit or a new episode of Breaking Bad.
My routine basically consisted of a few key elements. Wake up, work, alone time with a cup of coffee, maybe meet with someone but probably not, hit the thrift stores to find a few treasures I could flip for quick cash on ebay, fit in times to write, and most definitely make time for the woman I had been dating. Maybe I’d even find time for a little one on one with the Lord, but mostly not. I would end my nights in one of three ways, either with my girlfriend, at a bar, or on the front porch of my house with my stud muffin roommates. This was my ritual. You have yours. They look different, but we all have them. What happens to us when our daily ritual experiences turbulence? When it becomes interrupted?
Not real turbulence, though we like to say it is. The loss of a friend, or a job, the ending of a relationship with someone significant, not making it in the first round for nursing school, not making enough to put food on your table, you could alter all of these just a little and the list of real turbulence becomes significantly longer. The type turbulence I am referring to is more secretly known as inconvenience, though we would not dare claim it by this name. When our daily ritual experiences something out of the ordinary, something that requires us to go out of our way, whether great or small, we call it turbulence. And we hate it. We despise it, and avoid anything that would intervene with our ritual. Heaven forbid I mess up my ritual for “you name it”. Trust me, being a professional at selfish living, I know what it takes to live an uninterrupted day. A turbulence free day. Its actually harder work than one would think.
If you have followed my blog for any amount of time, you would know that the manner of life I lived last year was Continue Reading…