Someday I'll Even Use the Good China
There's so much I do with my days that's habitual. It seems that one-time interests became hobbies, which became habits and now finally are ruts. I go about my dailiness as much asleep as awake. I fill my days with a lot of consistent action which makes the weeks bleed together somehow.
I need to shake things up, not considerably. I don't need a move or a new husband or a hair-chop. I just need to be present in the activities that were once pursuits.
I will try to use a teapot more often and not pop sad little bags directly into the mug. And I'll vary the types of tea I drink... I have a collection of loose leaf teas that may need replacing, they've been in the cupboard so long.
Baths have become another auto-pilot ritual. Fill tub, jump in, jump out, drain, repeat. What about the fancy bubbles I save for a special occasion? Really, one of these days I'm going to have my very last bath. I'd hope the good soap would get used. Seriously... if I die unexpectedly what's going to happen to the soap collection? Can you imagine that dusty inheritance?
This could be said for the wardrobe as well. I'm sure we've all heard reports that most people wear a small percentage of the clothes they own. It's true for me too and I don't have that big a closet. I get so much pleasure from textures and colours. I should play with my own outfits more... not just the sets on polyvore.
I suppose I'm a little behind in making new years resolutions, but you know that thing they say about 'late' and 'never'. Yes, that.