Routine creates community. It feels nice to be settled—for the first time since I graduated. To have a yoga teacher that knows my name, to see the same people at the wonderful farmers market on Saturdays, to wander over to my next door neighbors’ house for a beer on the deck, to begin having inside jokes with coworkers, to crash my roommates’ taco night after a terrible day at work and be brightened by beer and homemade guac and critical talk of True Blood and copycat Magnolia banana pudding. To say yes, even though yes makes me anxious. To stick to my budget for the first time and not ask my mom for 50 bucks to get me through the week again. To share the beginning of my journey with mindfulness with peers and those a step ahead of me—and to find they also try to practice, too. To make eggs in the morning, scrambled with the pickled jalapeños I made last week. To sit in the sun, because it’s mild now, and the bugs have started to go wherever they go.
It takes time to settle—to find routine—to find community. I’m glad I stuck it out.