Breaking the habit
I 've always believed that habits are a good thing. When I'm in the habit of doing something, it gets done. Yet it can take so little to break the pattern. I'm very proud of having broken the habit of drinking twenty years ago, and possibly a little smug at having broken the habit of smoking nine months ago. Having done that, I'm still looking to get into the habit of eating a little less, but I'm pleading mitigating circumstances for the comfort food. This blog is a habit. Writing it at least once a month is something I've managed for the last eight or so years, even when there has been little to say. The last two months have provided me with a lot to say, but not how to say it. It's been a busy time in ways good and bad. Some nice projects, and some changes in my personal circumstances. Losing my mother at the end of May was heartrending and shocking and yet, in many ways a relief as she had spent nearly two years on end-of-life care sleeping for most o