There was a time when I thought the word “routine” as very plain and undesirable. Now day in and day out, my life has this routine. I always thought life would be nice colorful. But I realized that I am stuck in gray tones. It is not black because I have children in my life but I do not want their presence to define me. As I existed before my children were born. If I lean on them to bring color in my life, then my future would be definitely black. So need to think what will bring color back in my life. Probably should start wearing lipsticks more. Or probably have chameleon as a pet.
Routine is most definitely boring but oddly has a false image of comfort. It feels safe to stick with routine but heart,s desire is not fulfilled. Not sure what it is longing for - something more towards life - something purposeful. I feel less keen to face the daily battles and struggles. I wish my overactive brain can take some rest. Tired.
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