28, apparently thats the number of days it takes to make or break a habit... I'm not okay with this, because tomorrow will be the first day I walk to work, in the cold, in an effort to save some cash on fuel. This means that I will have to endure another TWENTY SEVEN days until my brain shifts and decides that this morning walk is just 'a part of my routine'. And, walking to work also creates the task of walking home. Goddamnit! I just know that I will be dragging my feet and hoping that I don't come across another (unfortunate) person walking in the opposite direction, because one thing I hate more than walking in the fog that is a Canberran Winters Morning, is doing that stupid side-to-side-shuffle (you know the one, when you don't know which side of the foot path to walk on so you basically end up bumping noses and then apologise without ever looking each other in the eye... The correct side by the way, is the left side, you drive on the left, so walk on the left, this is also the general rule with elevators and corridors, just so you know). Tonight I will be spending a little time creating a play list on my ipod that I can use make the mornings more enjoyable, but in all honesty I secretly wish someone would just follow me around blasting 'eye of the tiger', imagine what that would do to my productivity! I'd be unstoppable, or less-stoppable at the very least.
As I write this I can't help but feel a little jaded, are there going to be a lot of changes? will they be worth it? And why cant I just win the lotto (like everyone else!) and just pay to have my butt shrunk down and pay off my debt that way? But then I get to thinking, and I realise that I very VERY rarely drink anymore, and that, my friends, is HUGE! I use to drink so much that there was a time that I thought that maybe my perfume was starting to smell like a vodka and squash, turns out it was just me. But now I just don't do it that often, maybe once a month, (except in december, of course), I guess I just got to the point where I thought I had gotten to old to be drinking a bottle of bourbon and falling in to animal-shaped-hedges every weekend, I use to be completely fine with skipping the pretence of being responsible and just having a bag of goon for breakfast (mostly only on weekends), these days however, at my moderately-responsible-but-occasionally-reckless-age of 26, Every beer I have while I am out causes me to have flash backs of hangovers past, where I would be so hungover I would sit on the toilet and reach for my seat belt! I'm not particularly fond of those 'bathroom floor' kind of mornings where I lay on the cold tiles and spend an hour trying to write a short text along the lines of "hey, can you come over and kill me real quick" and sending it off to people I hope might actually do it. The point here is, I broke a habit, and in retrospect I remember it being a bit of an effort to start with, but now it's just "what I do". So, let me raise my tea cup to the next 28 days, where I will slowly be breaking bad habits and replacing them with better, cheaper, healthier ones.
While I have your attention I also just wanted to say, press the damn follow button!!! It's at the bottom of the page, (if you have an email addy then you have a 'google account'), I know that a bunch of you are following because you've told me, but I secretly want to be able to see it...
Once again, thanks for reading! xo
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