Small Victories
My brain is not wired to start new habits. Or maintain them. If left to myself most of my positive behaviors that aren't tied to my character will all fade away quite quickly. Most of my personal development is finding a way to trick myself into a recurring reason to do the right thing, or the thing that's good for me, or the thing that fosters my relationships.
Not to say, of course, that I don't want to do these things. Of course I'd love to get a regular eight hours of sleep at a consistent time. I love food and don't want to forget about it. I sure as shit don't want to hurt myself because I let go my regular exercise.
Being unemployed compounds this effect. A lack of enforced structure breaks off chunks of my scaffolding and the walls start coming down pretty quick. And once the walls are gone, all my motivation and habit don't matter anymore.
So today I'm going to sit and celebrate my private, small - no, tiny - victory. For the first time since we moved into our home several years ago, almost every blanket I can find actually has a home and is no longer cluttering our couches, beds, closets, and floors.
Tiny win. One more rung out of the deppressive hole.
Hope you're having a good day, too.