Habits

I have a habit of breaking habits. If something's going well, I think, hmmm, I bet I could do that better. So I do the thing a bit differently, and then a bit differently again, until I've lost the point of a habit in the first place. Sigh.

I do have routines though. I'm not ready to call them habits, or compulsions. That could be, well, disturbing. My routines include:

- riding my bike to and from work

- coffee before food in the morning (actually ONLY coffee in the morning)

- carrying a pen with me at all times

- carrying my little black book with me at all times

- carrying a notebook with me at all times

- carrying some reading with me at all times

- picking my nose (who doesn't like a clean-feeling nose?)

- making my lunch and packing my clothes the night before

- correcting other people's grammar

- correcting my own grammar

- tinkering with something endlessly until it's worse than it was when I started

- an apple and a grapefruit (or orange) everyday

Sigh.

I could go on.

Habits? I wish I had some good ones - like that I'd write everyday for an hour at a certain time. Sure I blog five of seven days, but that's not the kind of writing I'm talking about.

Oh yeah, I also have a habit of seeing what's wrong before I see what's right. Wait. Is that a habit, or a state of being? What's the difference anyway?

I am what I am.

I do what I do.

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