And
it happens Just. Like. That. “I’ll write a longer post latter.” Then, I’m too
tired to write it when I get home. A little guilty the next day, but I did
write something the day before, so it’s really only the first day of missing a
post. I’ll write TWO the next day so I can get caught up. Oops, missed THAT day
and now it’s a week.
Good
Habits are like that. Easy to break and tough to start/continue. But if it’s a
bad one, like smoking, it’s soooo easy to start and tough to break. And you’ve
got the double trouble of trying to break it AND the negative consequences of
the bad act.
Good
habits are certainly the hardest ones to START. Getting to the gym? That requires
you to actually DO something, get in the car, grab some gym clothes, sign in
and start working. Hell, being a couch potato requires nothing on your part, no
driving, no organizing, nothing. If you are already on the couch, the biggest
task is finding the remote you’re probably sitting on. You may actually get a
minor workout by flicking through every channel in the search to find something
to watch. (If you’re hungover, you might be hurting too much for even that
activity and will sit through whatever is playing when the TV is turned on.
That is how I came to watch The Legend of
Baggar Vance.)
I am trying to get
back in the posting habit. If you’ve made it this far, you’ve noticed that the
writing is not very impressive, insightful, or even interesting. Really, just a
notch above free-form interior monologue. But, I have to take that first step.
Just like signing up for the gym, one must go and get on that treadmill, if
only for five minutes. Three hundred words, it’s a (re)start.
No comments:
Post a Comment