Sometimes all I need is a simple routine. Lighting a candle in the quiet hours of the night with a warm cup of tea. This has been my winter “ritual” ever since I’ve come to know winter. Sometimes I read a book, and most times I watch something. But maybe I need another element. I could journal, but for once properly and physically in one place. I find many of my thoughts are just as scattered as they are in my head. On random pieces of post its, my notes app, Word, my notebook for class… they’re just everywhere and if I tried to trace them, I think, I think I would rather not. So here is one. Perhaps posting this as a confession will serve as my signed contract to get me to actually start keeping track (it’s worth a shot). I’ve come to understand that learning about people is fun but generally wouldn’t mind if it stayed this kind of one-way street. Maybe it’s time to overcome that, maybe I can add this sharing business as my new element, and maybe I’ll come to learn that a two-way street allows for different directions.