Most people don’t give the mundane areas of life a second thought, until something or someone messes with it.
For the last 21 days I have had a monotonous schedule of getting to work and composing my slice.
Yesterday was different. When I walked into my office there were things that just had to be taken care. I could have been selfish and stuck to my unchanging ways but it would have impacted a lot of other people
No big deal. I didn’t give the switch in the routine a second thought. That is until I had brushed my teeth, kissed my wife goodnight and turned off the lights. That’s when the realization and panic suddenly struck. I hadn’t typed a single word down for this piece.
Immediately my mind raced. Should I go downstairs and start typing away? What would I even say at that point. Should I lie here and try and think of something first? What would my colleagues think? I was in danger of losing the challenge. The next thing I knew my alarm was going off at 5:00am this morning. The world hadn’t come crashing down. The SOL Gestapo hadn’t taken the entire family away in a black sedan.
Instead I ate breakfast, showered, came to work and wrote this slice. Maybe I’ll write two today to make up for yesterday. But then again, why would I disrupt my own tedious routine.