Small reoccurring things that we do everyday shape us more than we think. When I look back at other times in my life constants seem to be the most defining. Like that summer when I took the same bus route to my friends house every night. I can't remember anything as clearly as the way the bus felt like it was floating when it turned corners. A summer of riding buses. A year of quiet mornings.
Sometime's I wonder what the constants are in other people's lives. These practices become so routine, but maybe we need them. It seems like they bring stability to our lives in a way.
What are the constants in your life?
