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Today I acknowledge the gift of repetition.
I thought of this today around email 45 of an identical 150 or so that I had to send out for my job.
Repetition sends mixed signals.
When I repeat the same schedule with my two year olds, they learn it and get more comfortable and are more at ease in the absence of their parents, because they know what to expect.
When I do the same routine every morning, I don't forget things,
like brushing my teeth.
But, when you do the same thing day after day, you can get bored, tired, irritated, or even sloppy with your work.
More often than not, we think of repetition as the last one, boring,
but I challenge you to think of what we could never have, without repetition.
Change.
If we don't have anything to change, then change does not exist.
Or if everything is always changing, change itself becomes a repetition.
No, I am thankful for dull, boring repetition, because without it, I could never fully appreciate breaks, or changes, or rest, as much as I appreciate it now.
Against the canvas of repetition, other things tend to pop.
If you click on the "Thank(mas)" tab on the bar above and look at the right side of the screen, you will see the word, "Thank(mas)" repeatedly, and as a result the words like, "job", "music", or "car", will jump out to you.
If you look at a huge open field, with one person standing in it,
your eye will automatically go to the person.
When you spend your day exactly the same way for five days,
how much more do you treasure the two days you have off?
So maybe repetition doesn't send mixed signals,
maybe we just forget what life would be like without it,
and what an amazing gift it is.
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The repetition of Sunday mornings comes to mind: blessing and curse, rote and rewarding, depending upon how we approach it.
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