the dance of bad habbits

On intermittent self improvement

heh.

this isn’t a post about what the nuns do when the sun goes down. Though there’s a something - a joke? Dunno. But, there’s there about the sun going down and nuns going to town.

Tell you what - you let your devious mind wander.

Did you?

And are you satisfied with what you came up with?

No?

Well. I have lots of naughty things to say about nuns.

To quote the great Bridget Bamber McCracken:

You know it’s fun when the nun goes squeak!

And this isn’t the point - but likely something I’ll revisit later.

I just got distracted by a joke.

That’s a flaw of mine. I get distracted by my own pleasure. That’s a bit of a bad habit.

Bad habits.

We all have them.

How do we know we have bad habits?

Ideally we have good ones as well.

If we only had bad habits we’d just have ‘habits’.

Some would be terrible. Others?

Much worse.

The same would hold true for good habits.

Creativity is a muscle.

It’s a muscle made stronger through exercise.

If you exercise creating and sharing often enough, it becomes a habit.

These da…