I’m spontaneous, but I also have a schedule.
I hate planning more than anything, yet I don’t mind when others do it for me.
I rarely have any idea what I’m doing a few days out, but I work an 8-5 day job.
I loathe routine, but also love it (just a little).
I’m a dreamer.
My mom and I were chatting the other day and she pointed this out. “Kerri, you’re a dreamer,” she said without hesitation. After expressing these thoughts I mentioned above, she was kinda right. Moms really know us best, after all.
It’s funny, on Sunday after a typical Target run, I was ripping the sheets off my bed when it hit me. I kinda like routine. Enjoying routine and having a plan are two different things though, let’s be clear. When I have satisfaction from doing laundry on the weekend and ensuring my food is prepped for the week, you can best believe I have no idea what I’m doing the very next day when it comes to my social life. I guess that’s just the balance of it all. Yin and yang.
I simply loathe the question, “where do you see yourself in 1/5/10 years” – which makes me the biggest dreamer of them all, I suppose. Maybe it frightens me, or maybe I’m just the smart one. Ha. No one can really plan their life that far in advance, as so many things happen which can take you off course. Perhaps I also don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. Or failure. Or a broken heart. I have never wanted to have a storybook life, so why try to plot that out? I’m good, thanks. I always say one should control what you can, and the rest will sort itself out.
As I heard my dryer buzz on that very Sunday, knowing my sheets were ready to go back on my bed, I took a moment to laugh at it all. I sat there writing about being a dreamer, all while embracing my routine which makes me happy. Our lives aren’t so cookie cutter, and the pieces won’t always fit together or make total sense. But for now, I’m going to enjoy being this dreamer self of mine. I’ll embrace who I am and breathe in every moment…one. day. at. a. time.