My,
easy to follow a staunch routine when it comes to others. For myself? Nope. Routines are erratic, completed by convenience, routines disguised as promises broken, no follow through or follow up-sounds like my childhood.
Bustelo coffee, brew the same way, everyday
Mind you,
attachment to mom, my mom is akin to that of a momma and baby bear where the roles flip flop as a fish on dry land.
Oh boy,
this writing started out as a five-minute morning routine I seldom follow and of course, forgot to set the timer. Five minutes tops, not a minute under or over.
The writing desk with all the idea prompting chutskies.
Well now,
guess this writing turns into a post about routines, easy to establish, impossible at times to follow. Routines are predictable structures set in place by the grandest of intentions, never veering from its designated path, constant.
Alrighty then,
let’s give a cheer for the routines I follow when it comes to others, but nope, not for myself.
-cinco minutos a escribir-(NOT)
The feline furs demand the 6am breakfast-6pm dinner.
