I’ve fallen into a few habits. Not the best, not the worst, but I grew to dislike them as I see their impact as mainly negative. After writing on Friday, I took a break for a couple of days. I still thought, I made notes, but I didn’t write any posts besides a couple of snaps. And I noticed that I had to change habits yet again.
When I started writing on Hive, it was this shiny new thing, so much fun, so exciting to see that balance grow, to be able to turn my words into cards in Splinterlands! But recently, I felt a little more like there was a pressure. Like it was work – you have to publish to earn! It’s not work. It’s a hobby. I don’t have to earn, why am I doing this? Probably addictive behavior. FOMO, even, which I’m usually not prone to at all.
Yes, there are people like Taraz who are actual writers and publish a lot and long posts, all with a certain high quality to them. But that’s not me. It doesn’t fit into my life, and that’s what I recognized the passed weekend. I still engage, read, comment, but I forced myself to take out the pressure.
Why on a weekend?
Because it’s easier to break out of a habit when I don’t have to work. When I can substitute with fun stuff. We had a great BBQ with my brother on Saturday at my place, then went over to Ellie’s place and had a sit-together around the fire pit, popping beer, roasting marshmallows (the kids). My brother got so in the mood he even opened his $40 signature Mishki (kind of Tequila) and had everyone try some.
Yesterday we went to the pools in the early morning, just chilled in the Jacuzzi for a few hours. I took a few notes about articles that I’m going to write one of these days, but that’s it. We went to the local brewery in the afternoon and had a few beer there, enjoying ourselves and friendship. And then, in the evening, Lily was happily asleep, completely drained by a very demanding day, I sat down at the laptop. It wasn’t that late, but I felt like going to bed. I curated a few articles, and went to bed.
While lying there, doing some chess on Duolingo, noticing time go by, I realized how I had changed my schedules. I used to go to bed by 9pm, and get up by 5.30/6am. The last months, maybe even the whole year, I’ve been going to bed at 10/10.30pm, getting up at 6.30am. And I felt tired all the time. Like I could never get enough sleep. But I had that habit, those few things that I always did after Lily fell asleep. Writing and reading Hive, doing dishes and arranging the kitchen, playing my Splinterlands tournaments, and then Duolingo.
That didn’t make much sense.
I’m a morning person. I don’t do well in the evenings. I don’t write as well, don’t read as concentrated, I don’t play smart enough, and my brain does not retain those overcomplicated Polish words and writings, almost at all. So, why, then?
Habit.
I somehow slid into it. Slowly, without noticing. The good thing is, habits can be broken. Especially when it seems to be a habit that the body is not comfortable with. So, I got up at 6am today. Made coffee. Did Duolingo. Prepared the porridge for Lily. Got everything in place to start the day, sat down and wrote this text. It’s 7am now, and I’ve already crossed off most of my evening habits. Lily just woke up, so I’ll have to edit and publish later, but the bigger part is done.
Let’s see what this change brings to my life.
Do you have any habits in your life that are not exactly harmful, but also not beneficial? Are you planning on changing them?
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