My habits are easily broken, though. This time it was dropped when I made my trip to Alberta last month. I haven’t gotten back into it and am not missing it yet. I hope you aren’t either.
I’m just as bad with my yoga practice, my bass guitar, my piano, my walking. You name it. I will never be a disciplined person. I’ll always fall short — eventually — of my best intentions. I’m not like my sister Joan, who, when she says she’s going to do something, does it. Nope. I might do it, but just for a while. Just till I change my mind, lose interest, forget, get lazy.
Love it or hate it, that’s me. It’s no wonder I insist on accepting myself the way I am. Otherwise I’d be beating myself up all the time.