You know that feeling, when you get back from holiday, how
it’s nice to get back be home, to get back to normal?
Odd isn’t it?
People spend months looking forward to going away and then
are glad to be home. It seems to be all about routine. Routine comforts us. We
don’t have to think, because we know what’s going to happen and when.
(I know, for instance, that the second I’ve finished this
post, I’m going to make a cup of very strong coffee. It’s what I do at this
time of the afternoon.)
Now, the thing about this comforting routine is that it gets
pretty dull after a while. Monotonous. Dull. Monotonous. Dull. Yes, like that.
So we want to do something different. Then after a while, that something
different becomes the norm. Routine, you might say. Maybe even a little bit
dull.
A person could spent their lives going around in that kind
of loop. I think I have. I doubt I’m alone.
Coffee!
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