I like routine. I need routine.
I’m a creature of habit.
And I have to plan for everything.
I plan for busy days filled with work, errands, and chores. I plan for lazy days filled with sleeping, reading, and TV watching.
But I’ve learned something in the last six years.
I need to be spontaneous.
Every once in a while.
I need to break from my routine.
And whenever I waver from my plans, I’m glad I did.
Because I’d miss out on a lot of laughs, stories, and special life moments if I never let myself be spontaneous.
Have a spontaneous-filled French Fry Friday.
I ask. You answer.
- Best spontaneous-moment memory?