When I was a kid, I adored novelty. I always wanted something different to experience, a new place to go. In my mind, there was nothing worse than doing the same thing week in and week out. However, I’ve come to appreciate routines as an adult, especially because multiple sclerosis (MS) can — and often does — make things in my life very erratic.
There’s something wonderful about predictability when the world is one big ball of chaos, and I find that returning to a season or place brings me a sense of comfort and wholeness that nothing else can quite match.