Routine Poem by Carmella Stajanca

Do you ever notice how everyday of your life seems to be a routine? Every week starts a new cycle. Money gets passed around in circles. We run out of products then buy the same new ones. We try to wear our old clothes in new combinations so that we think something is different. Our food options consist of dollar menu items or the nearest diner. We see the same people almost everyday. We wake up do the same routine go to bed then wake up the next day to repeat it again. Oh how exciting the life we live is. I question whether i'm psychic or has life become so boring that its predictable? I don't want to do this routine any longer. The only part of it that's not steady is the way we feel. One day we wake up and are thankful for our routine. Yet some mornings we dread repeating it. We feel there's nothing to look forward to. And today I woke up with those second thoughts. Yet, sometimes there is something that interfers with our routines and throws us off course. Whether that something be bad or good... Maybe the only thrill to life is the unexpected.

(Oct.20th,2008)