It’s amazing how quickly good habits can atrophy when we have to give them up for a mere couple of days.
I had been good for months. I wrote in this blog, if not every day, certainly every day or two (or three). However, being away from it for a mere week while on a trip has virtually erased my ability and desire to sit down at dash out a blog post. I am embarrassed to admit how many hours I’ve spent staring at this laptop screen over the past three days, trying to think of something (anything) to write. Alas. Words escape me. I have an acute case of linguistic blockage. Or, as they say in Esperanto, la bloko de verkisto.
Bad habits, in contrast, persist long after we stop doing them, even if we stop for years or decades. We are always one slip-up away from returning to a bad habit.
For example, I can write every day for ten years, but if I miss a single day after that ten years, then I am very likely to never return to it again. On the other hand, I can pop my knuckles every day for a mere couple of months, but if I miss a single day after those months, on the second day I will break out in a cold sweat and my mind becomes obsessed with popping my knuckles to the exclusion of all other thoughts.
So what am I trying to say?
I’m saying that I gave up some very important knuckle-popping in order to force myself at gunpoint to grind out this horrible blog post.
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