Staci Tate
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I woke up on a Monday morning. Wait, I think it was a Wednesday afternoon. I haven't been able to remember much since my accident. The only way I know that today marks five years since my near-death experience is that I wrote it down on my calendar and cross each day as I go, but I'm not even sure that today's date is right before checking my phone. The brightness of the picture I got in front of some flamingoes at the zoo some time ago is making my head throb more than it was from the hangover. My breath still smelling like my Jack Daniels concoction from last night, I trudge through the hallway to the bathroom where I look at myself for the first time that morning.
By Staci Tate4 years ago in Fiction
The Key to Life
We've all heard the phrase "Consistency is key" before. Where did that belief come from? It came from the idea that we are designed to form to a routine. A simple, repetitive structure that we follow every day. Routines are great, until you break it. From personal experience, I feel incomplete and get frustrated when my routine is disrupted because I crave a pattern and I like having set times to live out each day. When my routine becomes disrupted, my life seemingly begins crumbling because I don't know what to do with myself with free time that was not there the day before.
By Staci Tate4 years ago in Journal
