Wash, Rinse, and Repeat

My week nights have become fairly routine lately, which I consider both a good and bad thing. On the positive side, it’s nice to know what to expect after work: get home, take Sophie out, change, work out, take a shower, eat dinner, cleaning/laundry (or not), then a little TV, and bed. Unless I have dinner plans with someone, that pretty much sums up my night…night after night.after night.

Routine wasn’t something I minded (I hate that phrase in past tense…is it minded? mound? …whatevs) when there was some one to share the routine with. Some one you could count on to be a part of the cycle, or support you when you wanted to break out and do something different. But on some nights, the usual routine gives me anxiety. Patterns, circles, cycles, these things are repetitive and unending. When will this routine end? Will there ever be a variable injected into this monotonous series of nights, changing everything for the better?

Some would say that I am that variable, and I see their point. I do decide to do the same thing every night. I do choose my routine and decide my attitude about those decisions. But, there is also something to be said about spontaneity. An outside force to “change up” the regular, expected events of a usual night. Is it wrong to want a little excitement in my life?

Part of my routine that has become more regular than I would like to admit has been wasting too many hours on Pinterest. Oh, how I love/hate/love my pins! I feel like the best of me is on that stupid web page. My best recipes, my future home, my future man (Gerard Butler, even if you have become a terrible actor, I will always let you talk to me in that Irish accent…any time you want!), my workout routines, my closet. Everything and more I have stored up in pictures and links…that website is my addiction. Oh, and I am not proud of it.

On the other hand, Pinterest has been sort of therapeutic for me. I’ve found ways to be positive and appreciate the little things in life, tricks to eat healthier and look better, places to travel, ways to save money. So many good things have come from those pins that I can’t throw the website in the junk folder completely. ..not yet anyway.

Specifically in the love/romance/mushy feelings department, Pinterest has been my best friend and worst enemy at the same time. I can scroll through pins and find the most perfect, uplifting, honest quote that makes me feel like I’m not alone during this chapter in my life, or a song quote that hits really close to home:

1                                            2


But then there are some nights where I come across a mushy, emotional pin. Or, the best worst is when you find something that punches you in the gut and makes you want to just curl up in a ball for the rest of the night.

        4                              3


But usually, I can end the wasted hour (okay, hours) by chuckling to a few funny pictures or sarcastic comments that I have all too much in common with. I’ve found that humor is really the best way to get through the hardest of times.

6                      7

8                     10


Tonight, I’ll choose to take solace in my routines. I’ll choose to find comfort in coming home to a sweet puppy that loves me, and decide to love the fact that I know where I’ll sleep tonight and have plenty of food in my pantry…even if I can’t eat half of it because it doesn’t fit into my diet plan. (I’m looking at you Funfetti cake mix!) I’ll keep spending time on Pinterest, too. Hey, it’s cheaper than therapy, right?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s