inspired by | rhythm

i find comfort in the familiar pattern of my days. rhythm nurtures me.

so when life get interrupted, i feel pulled away by the distractions and noise.

it usually begins with a promise to myself. this will only take a couple days. i won’t let it completely disrupt my flow this time.

but.

what i know to be true is life doesn’t graciously pause for me to return to my routine. ever.

instead, long runs get replaced with sleep.

reading is trumped with social surfing.

and writing? well, it gets disregarded for everything else. cooking, cleaning, organizing, shopping, holiday-making. the hullabaloo of busy.

eventually, after wrestling my frustration raw from losing momentum, i humbly wander back. those first steps are unnerving and often dreadful, but i find comfort patiently waiting. while i lace my shoes. sit with a book. or stare at a blank screen. she is ready to keep me company again. if i can just walk through the door, i am back in her flow.