pondering

I spent a lot of time this week thinking about patterns and routines, and how valuable these are to life. I've noticed this summer that having a consistent rhythm really is essential to my overall well-being. When I know what I can count on, I find it easier to make plans and add new pieces to the overall puzzle of life. (Is it a paradox that consistency makes adventure easier?) When things are in disarray and I don't know what to count on, everything seems to slip out of sync and the smallest new pea under the mattress makes things worse. So irritating...