Time for routine to return...

Routine has left me hanging out to dry. A couple weeks ago my daily schedule packed up its things and hasn't been seen since. The only time I catch a glimpse of it is during my daily walk, which has recently turned into a run, something I am very proud of. And it tends to show up when I write this blog. Other than that, it has been missing. I was ready to give it up. It went gracefully and did not ask any questions. One day flowed to another and everything around me seemed to quiet down, understanding that I was slipping into a restorative time of my life. Routine is something that can become tiring and lackluster, but once you're without it for awhile you wind up longing for every moment of it. As I do now. 

This hiatus came at the perfect time. I've never been one to believe that "everything happens for a reason", to be honest I've always scoffed at this saying. But everything during the past 6 months seemed to fall perfectly into place. Much like the leaves I see falling gracefully from the trees. Nothing was over-dramatic or tedious. It was never anything I couldn't handle. I figured things out because that's what I do. I try to push forward without much guidance, finding my own way. Maybe this trait is due to the fact that I am the baby of the family. I want to prove to them that I can achieve my dreams, and I want them to be proud of me for doing so. Although I value their protecting nature toward me, I want to show them that their baby can make it on her own. And I will. My time here at home was well-deserved, after months of unknown and unfamiliar. It gave me time to breathe, time to gather myself and take a look at where I've come from and where I am going. If it's possible to mature immensely in 6 months, I have. I don't know where the old me has gone, but she has been replaced and will not resurface. 

As my sister would say, the ball is in my court now (although, I have no interest in basketball).