Happy Thursday, friends! Yes, of course, I consider all of you friends, not simply readers all over the globe. Because I tell you guys things that I'd tell the friends that I see in my everyday life. Like how I'm awful at packing for trips and that I ate Christmas dinner in flannel pajamas with cats on them. And that I, quite openly, love routines.
Routine.
Why does that word seem to get such a bad rap? Nowhere in that definition is there anything negative. You won't see the words "boring" or "dull" anywhere in Webster's dictionary. (Trust me, I checked.) Routine merely means something that's habitual or a regular.
Whether or not even my most laid-back friends would admit it, they, too, enjoy the occasional routine. They also constantly rag on me for having way, way too many routines. But that's for another post :)
