I never realized it before but I can be a bit of a routine junkie. Apparently that isn’t such a great thing if you tend toward depression. It makes sense if I think of my little rituals as enabling my brain to shut out the outside world and instead crawl further into itself. All that repetition allows my messy head to go about its work unimpeded by the need to think through my next step. So tomorrow I challenge myself to create a barrier to my brain’s usual way of thinking. I’m going to walk a new way to the bus stop. Aargh. This could be difficult. Stay tuned.
in my messy head 