For me, routine equals comfort. I crave feeling the familiar touches, smelling the familiar smells and most importantly, hearing the familiar sounds. The last few weeks have disturbed my routine in ways I could have never imagined.
For the first time ever, I owe a bank lots of money, and will continue to do so for 25 more years. Throw in the fact my job status that is as unpredictable as the weather in an ocean side town and it's hard not to feel a bit lost at sea. Finding my routine is something I need; like dropping anchor in the safe harbour after a long trek.
After three years in the same place, visiting the same spots insignificant tasks like deciding what market I should buy my vegetables or even something as simple as a left or right at the bottom of my hill on a my morning jog seems as crucial as what colour should we paint the office or what is the most important skill to lead with on my resume if I need to start shipping it out again.
Vancouver's Cameron Latimer sounds familiar. Not in a way that he sounds like any or every other country tinged artist, more that his sound is comforting. The dusty steel notes that bend across his melancholy words makes me remember that if even for a few minutes, life is simple and doesn't need any long term thoughts or well constructed explanations.