After nearly two months of waiting to get done what I thought would be completed in two weeks, my new blog site is up and ready for posts. Because I expected the switch to take so little time, I quit posting so that the transfer of old posts would not be more complicated. Well… that didn’t go so smoothly and I fell out of the habit of posting.
Why is it that bad habits are so easy to pick up and even the best of habits, those we claim to hold dear to our hearts, are so easy to drop?
If my understanding is correct, the word “habit” comes from the Latin habitus – to have and is related to inhabitare – to dwell. I like understanding a word in way that makes it visual to me.
So, a “habit” is something I put on or dwell within on a regular basis. For good or bad, our habits are where we live and what others see us wearing as part of how we treat ourselves and them.
Much like daily journaling, I enjoy blogging. If I go a couple of days and haven’t posted, I get irritable and anxious. In much the same way I do when I miss exercise or my concentrated reading time. But I’ve also found that the more I miss doing something I love, the easier it is to keep not doing it. Even if I love it.
So in much the same way I swim for my well-being, I write. Although I love to know that something I post resonates with you, I know that I write for my heart and hope that the connection it may make with you will allow for a conversation that helps us both grow deeper.
So after two months of not living in my blog habit, it feels good to put it back on.
Charles