This is the phrase that was repeating in my head this week, and so these are the little ways I managed to change up my routine.
MONDAY, I bought myself a new kind of bedtime tea - vanilla chamomile, took myself on a mid-day walk and got an afternoon coffee and wrote this blog post because I was craving a warm drink and doing something for me before teaching an evening class.
TUESDAY, I tried to go to the cemetery for a walk on my lunch break, but got trapped on the wrong side of my town by a train. Nonetheless, venturing out of the school during the middle of my school day was new for me.
WEDNESDAY, I went to the library on my lunch break. Ate lunch in my car and perused Instagram. Saw where Helen referenced an artist named Nicole. Saw where Nicole painted strawberries and referenced a Willy Wonka Quote (I love Roald Dahl! So I knew I was right where I was supposed to be, following the white rabbit.) And then I saw where Nicole drew fire. When I saw the fire I thought, I'm not sure if I've ever drawn fire before! Turns out I have in my Book of Spells (see above), but in that instance it gave me such HOPE because how many things haven't I drawn before? And if there are new things to draw then I don't ever have to live the same exact day twice. This was a very satisfying discovery.
Then I went into the library and took a self portrait in the bathroom (see above image). Returned some books. Found a Frida Kahlo book on display in the lobby and opened it to a perfect #secretmessage quote (see above quote), so decided I needed to take the book home. Then I walked a few laps in the library park. I saw a man there with a cane who told me he was blessed by God. I saw a woman with a walker who mumbled to herself, "the police did my daughter wrong."
THURSDAY, I accepted the offer by a teacher to have her students help me set up the chairs in my classroom (I rarely accept help of this sort.) I made a yummy sandwich at home for a late lunch and went to my favorite coffee shop with my husband. I talked to a barista friend about the three tattoos he is planning for his arm (*making a note to read The Grand Inquisitor) and noticed the pastry case was no longer there and the bathrooms were a new colour. I cleaned the bathroom counter of fallen flower petals on my way out.
I went on a walk through neighborhoods I've never been in and found a chalk drawing portal. I also talked to myself on this walk and made some connections about my past that had never dawned on me before. I took a shower and washed my hair at night (something I usually do in the morning, but enjoy doing in the evening on a whim because I once read that is what French girls do.)
FRIDAY, I took myself on a picnic for a late lunch in the park with the pretty tulips and pretended I was the woman in Kate Chopin's novel, The Awakening, having her Last Supper. I bought Hope for lunch (this words is becoming a repetitive secret message that I referenced in this post and saw this morning in an Anne Lamott quote here.) I read from Alice Through the Looking-Glass Chapter One and got tears in my eyes at how perfect the timing.
This week has reminded me how important it is to me that life be unpredictable in a playful way. When I feel like I am going through the same monotonous motions or that the has been mistakes and drudgeries of my past are destined to repeat themselves, it sucks the life out of me. Where's my grand adventure?! But if I make believe I am on a scavenger hunt for #secretmessages that assure me the new path I have chosen for today is precisely the correct one, then I know I can branch out, divert the path, redirect the energy, move forward, morph, and live out an entirely new day.
Last weekend my daughter made a scavenger hunt for her little brother and his neighbor friends. It was such a hit (because there was a treasure at the end!) that the next day they knocked on the door and asked if she would make a new one. This is how I want life to be. Every morning I'm knocking on the door and asking to play again. The white rabbit doesn't disappoint.