Sometimes I pretend that I'm not a schedule person; that I like to be adventurous and veer off-course because the notion of being free like that seems so cool. But then I remember how much deep satisfaction I get from routines and realize that I am, indeed, a schedule person.
Take today, for example. Right now, Brady has practice on Wednesday afternoons shortly after school. The season is still young, but I've already become accustomed to my routine of driving him over to the facility, dropping him off, hitting Wendy's for a Diet Cherry (or Orange... I DO like to mix that one up a bit) Vanilla Coke, strolling through Target, and then returning to the parking lot at the facility. I spend the rest of my time alternately watching him throw (when I can actually see him; usually I cannot) and working on my crochet work-in-progress.
It's such a relaxing and comforting experience that it's almost ridiculous. But it's also a blessing, so I will happily embrace the schedule and enjoy it while I can.
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