In both a physical and a figurative sense, I crave order. My closet is organized by category and color, my books are arranged just so, my planner is basically one giant study in being Type A. But on the flip side of all this self-imposed, semi-neurotic tidiness is one simple truth: I love, love, love surprises.
Whether it's a birthday party, an unexpected guest, a little just-because moment — I've never met a planned surprise I didn't like. And lately, I've been (pleasantly) surprised in smaller ways, too: A story I'd never heard before from a person I love, a friend who understood me so quickly and completely that I was taken aback, an essay that seemed to rock everything I've ever known about writing.
It's nice to know that even when I stick to routine, even when I'm trying to keep things simple and manageable, even when I'm less spontaneous — life has a way of amazing me anyway.
(Photo: My Closet | My Flickr)