Change, what a word. A word that my college roommates warned Blake I was afraid of. I still remember the conversation, "Heather doesn't like change." What?!? I like change, I love change! I have moved 10 times in 12 years. I have had four kids in 7 years, one of which was born two weeks after a cross country move. I have changed houses, jobs, diapers, clothes, ideas, opinions. Just because I might have a favorite powder blue down quilt that I have a hard time transitioning from in the Summer. Just because I like to eat at the same places. Just because I like the same almost-worn-out-in-the-crotch capris. Just because I like the same kind of make up. Just because I like the same kinds of lotions. Just because I like the same Ghiradelli boxed brownies once a week. Just because I like chocolate ice cream with all kinds of extras in it. Just because I like the same exercise routine to work off (some) of those delicious brownies and ice cream. Just because I like to clean in a certain way or do laundry a certain way. Just because I could watch Food Network every night. Just because my little idiosyncrasies get the better of me and make me have a hard time with change or change of schedule. Well, I think I can fairly say that I can manage big change, as long as my regular favorite activities are in tact. And do you blame me? There is a definite comfort in regular.
One of my regulars. This was in Las Vegas after a gorgeous thunderstorm. Gorgeous thunderstorms call for this type of regulars.