Burning down the old

As I laid in bed last night trying to sleep, and failing miserably at it, I thought about the bed I was laying in (Hannah's bottom bunk because of Ron's snoring) and the room I was laying in (Hannah's pink, purple, silver, gold, red, rainbow, sparkles room), and the home I now lived in (our tiny condo in midtown) and realized there was a trend in my life.  That trend is the need, and want for constant new beginnings (and the complete 'burning down' of the old life).

Every 6 or 7 years (or less!) I have 'burned down' my old life and started a new one. This process of burning down includes, but is not limited to, the sale of an old and purchase of a new home, the purging of furniture, household items, clothes, weight, hair, husbands, and friends.  The changes include, but are not limited to redesign of appearance, job, style, family history and new skill sets.

For me, the comfort of routine has never existed.  I don't find solace in the 'every morning I do the same thing', or the familiarity of Taco Tuesday, the routine of a work out, or the consistency of a certain dinner item.  I like (and need desperately) to mix things up, to start fresh and new, to screw up and then rebuild.

I like to think that it is the active avoidance of boredom, the desire to be a 'human doing' versus a 'human being'.