Tonight, after my weekly volunteer stint, I smelled the most lovely thing in the world: cheap Chinese food. There was nothing I could do to resist. After noodles and a tummy full of hot mustard, I got my fortune cookie. As I was breaking it open, I realized that I always open my fortune cookies the same way.
And that lead to thinking about how I usually actively cultivate doing things always in the same way to offset the chaotic adventure force that swirls about me. And how I was tightly clinging to these same habits through the bumpy rough patch of life that began one fateful January day in 2009 and seemed to be grind to a halt one fateful Sunday in May 2010.
And how I am now to a point that when a situation arrives that would trigger my old habits...say being at the Hobbit Hole after a week of moving while preparing for finals and wanting to just veg out instead of filling yet another round of boxes. My old habit would have been to power through and fill my trunk with yet more books. My new habit says, "Hey, you're kicking ass at school and work and life and a beer while typing up a blog is totally justified." Yep. I'll get to the boxes soon enough. And, just to spice things up, I finished my fortune cookie routine in a completely different order. The fortune was still silly, but I did learn how to say "Christmas" in Chinese. Which I then promptly forgot.
Moral of today's story: flower.
An Erinku!
Oh, leftover Chinese food
in my fridge
I will love you again
tomorrow for breakfast
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