Me Me Me

Maybe it’s a Virgo thing — or maybe it’s undiagnosed OCD — but I am definitely a creature of habit. I eat the same breakfast and same lunch every weekday (okay, that’s actually a weight-control thing). I walk toward the same spot in the locker room in the gym at every visit and get disoriented if someone’s there and I have to find another one. We eat a steak and split a bottle of red wine every Friday night. We sit in the same pew at church every Sunday. How fortunate for me that my darling husband doesn’t throw his hands in the air and demand: “Be more spontaneous!” Because I can’t.

The only decision/situation I feel comfortable being spontaneous about is one that involves doing less than is required of me. Skip the movie theater and stay home with a video? Fine. Unexpected people dropping by? Not so fine. (Living in New York is great for this; nobody drops by.) But mostly, I want to know: What is the plan for the day/ evening/weekend? I marvel at my adorable son’s ability, when I ask at 5:00 PM, “What are you doing tonight?” to happily respond, “I don’t know yet.” He might not even know at 10! Wow!

Maybe that should be my New Year’s resolution (along with becoming more compassionate and more patient and going to at least one museum every weekend): I will try to move past my comfort zone and enjoy the unexpected! Fat chance.

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