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Straying From A Routine; It’s Good For You.
Taking the time to appreciate friendship by not writing poetry.
Usually, on Friday, I write a poem and post it to the Poetry Friday group I participate in. Then, I cross-post it to my Medium.com page. The cross-posting is relatively new — six months or so,. The Poetry Friday post has been a routine for years. I have taken breaks from this group but not posting today is not because I’m taking a break, it’s because I broke my routine.
I got up at 6:15, dressed, and was out of the driveway by 7 am thanks to my husband warming up the car for me. Usually, I’m not out of bed by this time. In ten minutes I was in the tiny town nearest us filling up with gas. My next stop was twenty minutes later to get money, a coffee, and a banana at a convenience store.
My GPS route on my phone told me I was still on schedule to arrive at 10:15 for coffee in the town where I used to live — where I lived for the last 23 years of my life. I pulled in at 10:17! Not bad. My friend, the one I was meeting, was already there, waiting for me. After a hurried trip to the bathroom (Did you call the urgent need to go when you were young, a hurry call?), we settled in to catch up on each other’s lives.
First the kids — I have three boys — she has three girls. They are all wonderfully…
