Nothing ever changes. And I like it that way.
I eat the same breakfast (wheat toast and honey), wear the same clothes (polo shirts and pants), watch the same shows and listen to the same music. You can set your clock app by me.
Over and over again. I’m all about routine, never deviating from the course. If I even thought of coloring outside the lines, I might get a rash just thinking about it.
What you see is what you get. Meet Mr. Dull, who carefully measures the water for Top Ramen. For me, living on the edge might be ordering the No. 5 value meal instead of No. 4.
Now as I prepare to leave for a job in Montana in 14 days, life will change dramatically.
What does this mean?
After 23 years, I will no longer be considered a journalist. I will trade in 14 years of vanilla weather for a place with far less rain and more definite seasons.
At least for a few months, I will live by myself until the rest of the family can tie up loose ends and move over with me. My daughter is preparing to leave on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
The city, the people, the scenery? All will be different.
I think I’ve been evicted from my rut. And I’ve done so much with the place, making it my own after so many years.
Now I have my walking papers. Get out there, stretch yourself and grow a little taller.
For some reason, I’m not scared. It’s about time I can make change.