I’m one of those people who eats the same breakfast almost everyday.
My morning meal is primarily oatmeal with fruit, almond milk and protein powder (VEGA, which I highly recommend).
When I want to live it up a little (whoo!), I make a smoothie instead. Or I’ll do peanut butter on toast with sliced fruit. Like strawberries. (A co-worker once told me that was weird. Ya, because fresh strawberries with PB is sooo out there compared to PB and strawberry jam.)
Ya, you could say I’m crazy-wild like that when it comes to breakfast.
Habits are good…ish
Habits like this one are good in lots of ways. That sense of comfort, continuity and satisfaction garnered from the routine of it all.
But…and there’s always a but…you can give up opportunity and experience too. For example, one of my co-workers eats avocado with lots of salt and pepper on toast for breakfast. It looks delicious and I tell myself I’ll add it to my breakfast routine…but I never do.
It’s kind of like this blog. I used to journal in it regularly and I lost the habit. The ritual. My last post is from May 2015 and it speaks in subtle and veiled ways of a need to step back. To slow down.
I promised myself I’d get back into it when I had more time. That I would find that time once I figured out what I wanted this blog to be about. That I wouldn’t publish another article until “I FOUND MY NICHE.”
Well, it’s been over a year and that niche has not comes to light. And I’m losing the opportunity to write – which anyone who writes knows is how you keep the skill and passion for writing alive.
It’s also how you find your niche!
Ugh, with the excuse to have my little corner of the Internet be perfect.
It’s not perfect. Which is perfect, because neither am I.
And if I’m completely honest, making this blog perfect is an excuse. The real reason I stopped writing is because I didn’t want to.
For a while, that was a hard truth to acknowledge.
There’s been a lot going on with the Gallants over the last few years. Life happenings taking us on a journey we didn’t expect, nor were we ready to accept. (I don’t mean to be cryptic. More on that tidbit another time).
Point is, some habits get dropped in the rush-rush of life.
I want to make writing an intention again. A habit (and ritual) worth my time and attention. Because putting words together is a feel-good exercise for me. I kind of just remembered this fact.
So here I am kick-starting my creativity in the hopes of finding a new routine. Maybe I’ll switch up my breakfast options too.
breakfast rituals can be good. Change can be too.