Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for an occasional routine day.
Some days
Things familiar triumph
Over things
New and imaginative.
On those days,
I crave routine
Over adventure.
I covet order
Over artistic license.
I prefer predictability
Over dramatic risks on
Unchartered seas.
On those days,
The same old thing
Suffices and sustains.
Old habits kick into gear.
My agenda, preset.
My meals, predetermined,
My journey from A to B,
The shortest possible.
On those days,
I don't need five more minutes
To knit one more row.
I don't need to catch my breath
After climbing a new 5.10 route.
I don't need to reach for
A tissue to dry unexpected tears
Or a band-aid to protect a freshly-cut finger.
On those days,
I give in without comment
And watch whatever is on television.
Morning.
Afternoon.
Evening.
Then, sadly,
I go to bed realizing that
I just wasted a perfectly good day.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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