Genesis

Like a lot of people these days, I feel like every day is the same as the one before it.

Being already a type A personality, I find almost an obsessive compulsiveness to my daily routine. Wake. Check Facebook. Make bed. Put on sports bra and leggings. Go to kitchen. Make 6yo's water bottle and snack for school. Fill water bottle. Pour coffee (cold brew, always cold brew). Get 6yo ready for school. Wake 2yo and get her dressed. Get 6yo on bus. Drive 2yo to preschool. Come home. Start work. Always in that order.

Each part of the day has its own routine and steps and 98% of it is done in the same order. I don't know when or how I became this person. Maybe I've always been her. Or much like our joints, maybe I've just gotten more rigid with age. More particular and less flexible.

Working at home has made life a bit stale. Predictable. There are fewer chance encounters during the day. Fewer split-second decisions to be made. Long way or short-cut from the parking garage? Starbucks or break room coffee? Go to the meeting in person or call in? Waves and "hellos" in the corridor, elevator small talk, conversations over the cubicle wall--all of these no longer exist in my day and that makes my world feel so much smaller than it used to be.

When I go to sleep at night, I try to think about what I may have done that day that was different than the day before it. Try to do something out of order. IM a colleague just to say hi and not for any particular work-related reason. Sit outside for a few minutes in the sunshine and listen to the wind rustling through the tiny, new leaves budding on the trees.

I started this blog so I can talk about real life. The good, bad, beautiful and ugly. This is my "something different" that I can check off in my head when I go to sleep tonight. I'm still not quite sure what I'll write about, or if it will even be read. But I suppose I don't have to worry about that right now. Because in this moment, it just feels good to type works that aren't corporate. Just words that are mine.