A little wee while ago, I had an interesting moment of self-revelation: despite all my busyness and craziness, and the absolutely silly number of projects I try to take on, I am in fact...
...bone lazy.
I cut corners left, right and centre. I don't do things thoroughly if there is a 'good enough' option. There's a pretty much perpetual state of 'catch up' happening at my house - but I never actually catch up. If something doesn't ABSOLUTELY NEED doing, I don't do it. Of course, I have some pretty sloppy criteria for what NEEDS doing; usually it either involves a) saving face with friends/family/the public b) stopping the bank account from bleeding out or c) a matter of life or death.
The one exception to this rule is making my bed.
Not sure why, but that is one (highly unnecessary, as Dave frequently points out) task that always gets done. The only thing I can put it down to, is excellent habit. I love walking in my room and seeing a made bed. It calms me. It delights me. I feel like a winner when those sheets are neatly tucked, the doona all smooth, and the five (annoying, as Dave frequently points out) cushions sitting happily in their tidy little row.
Then I thought, how much more organised, self-respecting and smug could I feel if I developed a few more excellent habits? According to a very interesting *yawn* seminar I recently sat through, it takes about sixty days for the brain to develop the new 'pathways' for a habit to become, well, habit.
So, I'm making a list of habits I'd like to lay claim to. Please, suspend your judgement until 11.59pm, June 29th. By then, I will be a perfect person, and the shadow of my current dagginess will linger no more.
Here is my >>list<<.
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