When my sister was little she used to line her change up in perfect rows. The quarters would be stacked 5 high all along the edge of her closet shelves.
When she made her bed the quilt on top would be run perfectly parallel to the sides of the bed, and the corners of the bed would line up within an inch to the centers of the square quilt blocks.
Maggie's carpet would always have straight, perfect lines after vacuuming and she would intentionally walk in specific areas so that it would keep that freshly vacuumed look.
This makes it sound like she's anal, but she's not. She just doesn't like change. Working on being more flexible will be her life's greatest challenge.
I always thought I was so much better at it than Mags, but turns out I was fooling myself.
This morning I went to the kitchen at work and made myself a cup of hot cocoa like I do every morning after I read all my email. I put the powder into the bottom of my white Styrofoam cup, and pulled back the tap on the coffee machine to let the blistering hot water fall.
As I reached my hand up to complete step 3 in the process I've been completing every morning for the past 2 years I hesitated.
Someone had switched my pretty, clean white stirring straws.
They had been replaced by brown and black straws.
After a moment of indecision, I grabbed 2 brown ones (I always use 2 as I feel they provide more stirring strength) and scurried back to my office.
Even now as I look down at my cup those two brown straws irk me.
I guess I can't handle change either.