Bestest

I am not a creature of habit.  In fact, I have very few habits that are not disposable depending upon the whim of the moment.

That makes the ones I do have extraordinarily important to me.

Giving up one of these, no matter how inconsequential it may seem to you, is like denying a starving man food.

At first I experience a vague unease that grows into a sense of foreboding and curmudgeonly behavior.  In other words, I am not a happy camper.

Everything feels like it is taking too long, not working out right and is just generally frustrating and annoying.

I usually don’t even realize what is causing this stuff until my habit returns and I am able to pour my heart out and relax.

Of course then I do know what caused it and while I know I should feel apologetic and embarrassed, I am just too relieved to really care.

It’s kind of like the child who screams until her pacifier is returned, or the teddy bear is back on the bed, or bestest is back from vacation!