I’m trying to change my habits.
But the bad ones just seem so engrained into me that if I were to exfoliate them like dead skin off of a calloused foot, I would have to keep going until I hit a bone.
My bad habits are the axis on which my bizarre world turns. They make up who I am.
Luckily I don’t smoke or drink in excess. However, my propensity to procrastinate on my life goals and resist improvement are just as hazardous to my future.
If I have an assignment or task given to me by a third party, I have no issue doing it. When it comes to providing goals for myself that have no consequences for anyone else, however, I struggle to keep them.
Especially when it comes to my writing goals.
I open the story, type one sentence, decide it sucks, and then set my laptop on fire.
My Instagram feed is awash with inspirational quotes about persistence, but none of them sink in. Even if a chubby old nun were to burst into my room one morning and sing at me to climb every mountain, I’m still not sure if the message would come through.
Regardless, I desperately want to be the type of person that sets goals and achieves them.
I also want to be the person that can look up funny internet videos until 1:00 in the morning and be fully awake for their morning shift.
But mostly that first one.
I just have to remember that others have stood where I stand right now and were able to overcome even greater odds. I will keep my head high and remind myself: