I don't like to admit it, but I am a creature of habit. While I like to think of myself as adventurous and free thinking, if I am honest about the way things really are, I am most comfortable when operating in a world of small adventures within a routine. I once again made it through the relative chaos of the Christmas season with the disruption of normally scheduled events and the compression of months worth of expectations down into the space of twenty four to forty eight hours.
The last five days have been surprising, a little unsettling, busy, and even fun, but now that I'm easing back into my more familiar routine, I find that I can feel more centered. Concentration and appreciation for smaller variances is simpler, and I just feel quite a bit more content. I don't think I'm a grinch, but I'd prefer a more experiential holiday experience than the retail fueled maniacism that the winter festival seems to have become.
All that aside, it's good to ease back into the routine.
Speaking of routine, I'm happy to report that the ex-USS Barry is still moored in the Anacostia River, and I fully expect it to be there tomorrow as well. While there seems to be a new pier going in just downriver from this location, the ship is not yet being prepared for it's final tow down the river from the Washington Navy Yard.
As far as people watching, this time of year in Washington, DC yields a sparser set of diversions than the normally bustling metropolis when the Federal Government is truly up and running at full speed. I did receive one of the warmest greetings in reply to what I hope is a friendly salutation offered to just about everyone I pass on the street. My "Howdy" was met with a big smile and a wave from a fellow pedestrian traveller who was taking a break against one of the many wrought iron fences that adorn the front of the numerous rowhouses and townhouses in the vicinity of Capitol Hill. That passing of a greeting and a smile put a spring in my step for the final three miles of the day.
The last five days have been surprising, a little unsettling, busy, and even fun, but now that I'm easing back into my more familiar routine, I find that I can feel more centered. Concentration and appreciation for smaller variances is simpler, and I just feel quite a bit more content. I don't think I'm a grinch, but I'd prefer a more experiential holiday experience than the retail fueled maniacism that the winter festival seems to have become.
All that aside, it's good to ease back into the routine.
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| Anacostia Morning with the USS Barry |
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| Supreme Court of the United States |
Another good day passes into the books, and another one looms on the horizon if I'm lucky.
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