habits

my life has been in transition for the last few months. i guess i could argue that my life has been in transition for as long as i’ve been alive. short spurts of one thing before it is traded in for another. and i love it. i get the chance to start new things…to start anew. i have the opportunity to shake things up before they really get to settle down in the first place.

of course, that makes habit hard for me. the notion of having a place that i always go to or a thing that i always do escapes me. it used to be a family trait. but recently they have succumbed. now christmas eve is at my aunt’s house and a certain day is marked for making holiday pies.

i can’t tell you what day because i’m rarely in town long enough to participated. in fact, i didn’t know it was a tradition until last year…i’d already missed its inception and transition into something repeatable.

and now, four weeks in san diego and i seem to have found some form of habit. not any one activity that i do – just a feeling of settled that i haven’t felt in quite a few weeks. knowing that every other night is a guacamole night. that sunday is football day. that beautiful days mean the beach or the park. those things have become as close to habit as i typically have. and it feels strange to be away from them.

but here i am. in texas again. preparing myself for my next big transition when i will once again shake up my life and watch as it attempts to settle itself before my next big shake.