This is your brain.
This is your brain on drugs.
This is your life.
This is your life on summer.
The past month of life has played out to the rhythm of a drummer with tourettes. Fragmented portions of time, with half-completed tasks filling the gaps between Trip A and Event B and Emergency C and Surprise D. Rinse and repeat with no particular pattern.
Part of me says, “Hey that’s summer holidays.” Another part of me says, “Hey that’s enough!” A month ago, I’d have told you–with some measure of satisfaction–that I had finally established some positive and productive patterns: Bedtimes and wake-ups, exercise and diet, reading and prayer. It frustrates me to have no such things to talk about today; I’ve been undone by summer.
Some will laugh at one guy’s need for structure, but I just fail to find the steadiness I need without it. Haphazard hasn’t equated to health for me even once.
So I sit at the drawing board again, labouring to sketch our how to best re-arrive at a place I recently enjoyed and how to discover an even better stride for life.
YOUR TURN: As summer fades and routine re-enters, what life-patterns (if any) are you seeking to (re)establish for the year ahead? Leave a comment to inspire or challenge another reader. You make this post better!
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