Last night (my husband will back me up on this) I was going to be a Good Blogger and work on today's entry before going to bed.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I have a few things to get done this morning. I knew it last night, and so I was going to try to make things a bit easier for today. But by the time I actually turned off my bedside light and closed my eyes, I had vented in a rather rambling fashion to my husband about how hard it is to change habits, questioned why I wrote, and then proceeded to give him a barely civil 'good night' after I had allowed too many negatives to overwhelm the positives from the day while brushing my teeth.
Oh yes -- and I had a blank Word document. That 'delete' key can be a little too easy to hit sometimes.
I shouldn't have been annoyed with my husband. It was really rather silly of me. After all, he was 100% right to reply, "It's a habit" when I asked him why it can be so hard to change, well, a habit. After all, part of the definition of the word according to The Free Dictionary is "a recurrent, often unconscious pattern of behaviour that is acquired through frequent repetition." But last night, to the fighting-a-cold, tired part of my brain, he was being highly illogical.
In the light of a new morning, with a refreshed/rebooted perspective, I see my errors. So onwards and upward, to infinity and beyond (how's that for an illogical statement -- what's beyond infinity?), and so on and so forth. They can be platitudes, for sure, or mantras to help us keep putting one foot in front of the other so we can make the turns at the bends in road.