Habits: Another Postcard from Chicago

Habits and coffee: I need both.  Though the latter refreshes for the moment, the former contributes to a happy life.  How difficult the discipline to form habits, maybe especially living out of a hotel room.  I’m wanting to set up routines to spend time well and, frankly, feel good about being here.  Ripped out of my happy home for two weeks, everything’s different: eating, sleeping, bathing, dressing and even my daily cup of joe.  This morning, my fourth here, I asked myself why I’m still drinking coffee from a paper cup?  Not a good habit.  Tomorrow I’ll buy a real mug, allowing a better coffee drinking habit and doubling as a Chicago souvenir.  My dear, you are certainly not a habit, but a thousand habits involve you.  Being here, you-less, makes building two-week habits a challenge.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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