OK, so this year has been difficult at best. Not sure why, precisely, but it's been difficult to find the desire to write anything that feels like I haven't said it before. I have no idea why that is, and frankly, it's rather frustrating, but there it is. Perhaps it's sense of another spring and things that feel so much like they have before - a rather strange kind of routine. Perhaps that is where I can begin.
a new day, and old way
the day starts,
a simple routines of getting up,
take the dog out,
get ready for work,
work all day,
come home,
rinse and repeat,
and all the while, looking for something new in the routine,
something not normal,
something to sink my teeth into with vigor,
something to set the day apart from the rest,
something new.
the day ends,
and off to my comfortable bed,
and i look back and even though
there was nothing new,
i am pleased
and i would not trade this day
for anything else.
i am grateful for it,
and all who were in it.
Thanks for reading,
Me
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