A recent sermon series on Habits reminded me of days gone by when FlyLady gave me tools to manage my home and young family - and keep my sanity!
The habits and routines I learned from her become so ingrained in my daily life that I didn’t have to think about the small things – they just happened, as if by magic! I could focus on the things in life that really mattered. And I did my best to do just that.
But when everything recognizable was ripped away, these habits and routines remained. They moved my body so I didn’t waste away in my grief. They were the familiar voices I didn’t even hear any more to try to silence. My habits and routines got me through one of the most difficult transitions of my life. God bless you, Marla, for doing the thing you do.
Here is a note I wrote during that time, just five months into my widow life.
Habits. They get a bum rap. Webster’s defines a habit as “an acquired mode of behavior that has become nearly or completely involuntary.” They are the things we do without even thinking about them; we go on autopilot. Typically associated with negative or harmful things – like biting your nails, skipping breakfast, smoking, Starbucks – habits are generally discouraged.
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