It has been said that it takes only two weeks to establish a habit.
It has also been said that statements such as the previous are steaming piles of horse manure.
I really don’t know where the truth lies, but I know that habits seem to be easier to establish than to break. Take for example the habit of having a post magically publish on my blog for nearly three weeks without having to do a thing. I settled into that one very quickly – becoming so comfortable with it in fact, that it took me until the afternoon today to remember that I hadn’t actually scheduled a post for today.
It’s been that sort of a day. It started out with forgetting my lunch on the kitchen counter. That habit was somehow overlooked as I focused on remembering that I had changed purses; I didn’t want to inadvertently take the wrong one.
When I got to the parking lot at work and got out of the car, I realized that it was a bit chillier outside than I’d thought it would be, so I placed my bag on the driver’s seat and put on a sweater. Then I closed the car door. And here’s where yet another habit bit me in the arse today.
I’ve got a very low-tech car with old-fashioned manual locks that work by pushing in or pulling out a pin on the door panel. I’m so paranoid about leaving my car unlocked that I’ve established a routine of automatically pushing down that pin as soon as I open my door. So when that door closed today with my bag – and wallet, and cell phone, and, most importantly, my keys – on the seat, my mind switched to its dramatic, distorted, low-pitch/slow-motion mode as I silently screamed, “Noooooooooo!”
It was an hour after the kind men from the nearby service garage jimmied the lock for me that I finally realized I had forgotten my lunch.
But what did I say about sweating the stupid little first-world problems we get ourselves into with our mindless adherence to habits?
That’s right. Embrace the suck.
Here’s a flower. (This time it’s a funky Euro flower.)