I take a lot of comfort in traditions, whether it is pizza on Christmas Eve or eating green chile when one of us has a cold. I like knowing what is going to happen and when. However even traditions are different every time. Adam and I have gone to the Greek festival almost every year since we moved to Houston. Every year is different and we have different memories from each year. So while I like to take comfort in knowing what is going to happen, in reality I never know what is going to happen. It is different every time. Everyday is different and unique, it has its own series of challenges. I am learning approach change as an opportunity and embrace spontaneity. However some traditions like pizza on Christmas Eve will never go away.
Question to consider: What is one of your favorite traditions?