I know it’s awfully nerdy, but I’m admitting it anyway: I love routine. I am obsessed with structure. That’s why my blog works the way it does, I guess: read a book, write a review, move forward to the next year, rinse, lather and repeat. There’s a particular elegance about structure; about symmetry. That’s just the way my mind works.
But, as lovely as I find structure, I have to admit, there’s also a certain beauty about breaking with routine every so often. Chaos can be just as enticing as order.
This week, I’m breaking my own rules. And it’s for a very good reason.