When does a routine become a ritual? Whether indoors of a city apartment or when travelling in a campervan, each morning had its own routine, ensuring everything necessary was done and all where it should be before stepping out - and that is where some 'superstition' comes in. Did I step off the pavement with my right or left foot? Am I on a fixed path or do I allow myself to wander? Which is my best foot forward?
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