It started with a bagel where it became a tradition in my head to have it every Sunday no matter what, to the point that in the wide open spaces of Wyoming I had to create one out of toast (it looked like one) . I realized that rituals for no particular reason were taking over my life and I decided it was time for a rebellion. The bagels on Sunday were replaced by pancakes and can I say even eggs. Yet that wasn’t enough if a particular ritual didn’t help me in someway better myself or others it was thrown out the window. No longer was I glued to my weekly television shows or forced to watch even the Sunday Football game. If it was there and didn’t interrupt the other events then I would follow but if not a different unspoken path was taken. The rebellion continues today as I fight the mundane to do what I really want or at least search for it along the way.