I’m not much good at creating or following rituals. In the past I have rebelled against them. I could not have gone along with Sheldon Cooper’s life-style of expecting a specific meal on each night of the week.
When I first met my late husband, Michael, I soon realize that he had certain “rituals” that helped him feel secure in some way. Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning he had cereal for breakfast; Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday it was hot oatmeal. Sunday was special….eggs with garlic and basil on toast. When I got to know his mum better I knew that he came by that rigid schedule quite naturally. We moved in together after his 5 month stay in rehab. (I might explain all that later). Unfortunately my natural tendency to move away from ritual caused some anxiety, although Michael was so sweet that he never was upset with me.
Finding a way to create a ritual for keeping consistent with the blogging will not be easy for me. My schedule changes daily and even weekly. Toffee helps out by getting me up long before the crack of dawn, so I have plenty of time for 2 cups of coffee every morning.
Reflections 