365 days of aRt. DAY FIFTY-FOUR.

home for a week
and the ceiling still leaks
same damn routine

Blog about the piece:
I think that the last time I woke up to my inner alarm clock was over six months ago while camping in western NY. My sleepless nights have me jolting awake to the sound of an alarm clock or baby crying every morning. And it has become routine for me to feel sluggish and overwhelmed by the coming day. Where did the days go when I would actually smile upon waking? What happened to the days when I would embrace every part of the morning no matter how miserable it seemed? I remember a time I worked at the French Laundry and after seeing the same people come in every day, at the same time, and drink the same thing in the same way I said to my friend, "I hope I never fall into an all-encompassing routine." I have to say that I have always been spontaneous and adventurous, but lately my days have been filled with habitual tasks. So right now as soon as I'm done writing this I am going to put on some dance music and be a little crazy before the baby wakes up. Break the routine a little... get out of the house, eat something new, say Hi to a stranger... create room for growth!