Then there are the ones that just evolve over time and then we notice that they don't work any more.
This morning I realized how much my morning routine followed the demands of my pets. And how I had a habit of sitting at the computer with my sweet Muffin demanding more and more as the years went by. I of course provided what I could, and received a warm lap buddy some of the time. Now that she can no longer wake me up, her sister-in-kind does, in her very own manner.
As Panther steps on my hair on the pillow then settles in to purr and sleep on top of my head, I am reminded of all those meows and pats and even claws on skin that Muffin would give me. And when Panther doesn't want to sit on my lap any more, I wonder if she only used to do it because I liked it. She has a claw problem, and has to be very careful about how any fabric can catch her claws. I love waking up with my pet demanding my help. It makes me have a good reason to get out of bed on dreary mornings.
But back to topic.
Bad habits are such that we receive no benefit, unless it's possibily an immediate gain with a long-term-pain attached to it. Good habits are those that our mothers tried so hard to instaill in us.
The trick is to see which ones are worth keeping, at least to see that we have them.
That's one good thing about recently moving...I'm setting up some new habits...routines which I didn't have before. And obviously leaving behind some as well.
There are still too many tuperware tubs of things in my small home. I have habitually ignored them. But since I try to not be a hoarder...(she tells herself frequently) I must work to combat the "save it you might need it later" attitude.
Off I go to try to live more intentionally. Wish me luck!
Quote for today:
Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.
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DAVID LLOYD GEORGE
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