Perhaps…

Quite often I find that I like to pretend I’m spontaneous.  Reality check. So far, it’s pretty far from the truth.  Talk about disappointing…

Understandably so, however. Very accurate portrayal of how any college senior wants to see themselves.  Why do we want to be spontaneous? Xenogenous thoughts brought upon us. Zelotypia of the lives we see around us.

Also, it just sounds like more fun to be spontaneous.  But, let’s be realistic. Commonly I find myself running around like a mad woman.  Daringly pushing through my every day.

Eventually, maybe, I’ll realize that my days are starting to blend together. Fortunately, I don’t really mind.

Gratefully, my days don’t differ too much.  How is that, you ask?  In our house, we don’t stray too much from our routine.  Just like every other family.

Kainotophobia, the fear of change.  Laughing nervously to myself, because it’s a little too accurate.  Most days, I find, end snuggled up with my little family.  Not complaining.  Of course I wonder if I should expand my daily activities, add to my list, shake things up.  Perhaps… but probably not.