Hi Darling Ones,

Around My Own Private New Year, I decided I was gonna break some bad habits and start some better ones. As I mentioned before I’m a creature of habit and the more days of doing something string together the more my obsessive brain does not want to break the chain (Hello, 1847-day TimeHop streak. Nice to see you, 964-day Spanish lessons streak).

Once I break the chain it’s really hard for me to get back into the swing of things. My jerk-face brain is all, well, you already fucked this up so why even start again? I’ve re-committed myself to daily exercise roughly 82 times so far this year.

This week I vowed to really put effort into forming new habits. The goal was to go to bed and get up earlier, avoid mid-afternoon naps, stop spending money on stupid garbage, and write fiction every day. Thus far the only thing I’ve succeeded in doing is NOT buying a LEGO typewriter I want with my whole entire heart. It’s a LEGO typewriter! A LEGO TYPEWRITER! I really need the makers of things to stop catering to my niche desires. Or I need a patron to keep me furnished in all the plastic junk my heart wants.

Last night, I stayed up until nearly 2 a.m. finishing the mystery I was reading and was up at 6:30 a.m. for no reason whatsoever. The only thing that kept me from napping was the Diet Coke I had for lunch. Instead of writing I made bacon (which is part of dinner) and finished reading the Brandi Carlile memoir.

Yes, I finished reading two books today. I have issues.

Now I’m typing garbage here even though my brain is full of cotton and I’m exhausted, but the habit! I don’t want to fall out of the habit of blogging.

I’d feel bad about myself for failing to make good on the habit promise, but I decided trying to start new habits this week is stupid. Next week will be chaos with the Sister Invasion. No habits will be formed or practiced next week. Next week is all about surviving the super extroverts.

I guess this means I can take a nap before dinner.

Score!
Jodi