Day 39

I never realised how importance order was for me. 

Even in a van with minimal objects and possessions, I craved order. Making sure it was clean, things were put away in a certain way with meaning rather than being dumped. 

As much as I love order, I hate routine. It’s funny isn’t it. How things so similar can feel so distant for me. 

It’s something I’ve only just realised. The craving of order but resistance to routine. 

And it brings so much peace. 

To understand a little bit more about who you are.