It seems that I have changed a habit.  I am now writing in the morning as I have done several times recently.  After so many years of doing it at the end of the day it seems pretty normal to start my day this way.  But, it also has a strangeness about it that is quite understandable after years and even decades of doing it the other way.  It seems a bit of a mini-lesson to me about habits, and goes right along with my efforts to redefine my habits both good and bad.  Over some years I have tried to examine all of what makes me me and take the good parts and do them better and then the bad parts and change or eliminate them.  Maybe one can teach an old dog new trick.  

 

As I began this Sheila (who is sitting next to me) asked about my 57.  It is the 1st day of a new month and I was anxious about it.  If you have read my recent entries you would know that and maybe understand a bit about why I would be anxious.  Well, no sweat!  In fact, when I got done I wondered if I had really done it.  My breathing was not labored at all.  Now I have to examine why it is harder or worst at other times.  What do I need to do to be better prepared for that task.  What do I need to do differently.  And, of course, those questions are good questions to ask me anytime about everything else that I need to examine and that is what I do.