Isn't there some sort of saying -- related to raising children -- where it takes three times to make a habit and three weeks to break it? Or something similarly scary? We are so screwed on Audrey's habits, but I think that's only half my fault and half her stubborn nature. Well, I guess half of her stubborn nature is also my fault, which makes it three-quarters my fault then?
Anyway, that wasn't what I was thinking about. What I was thinking about is that I was sitting here, doing some online window shopping and ruminating that I wasn't sure how I felt about Black Friday -- good for the economy? bad for small business? terrible for retail employees? good deal for me? bad deal for me? discuss. -- when it occurred to me that, oh hell, it's almost 11 and I haven't written anything on my blog. Then it occurred to me that after 22 consecutive days, it's still not a habit. I wrote earlier this month about having some difficulty with this exercise, and felt that I was sacrificing quality for quantity. I still think that's true, but I sort of stopped caring and I find that I do rather enjoy writing every day. If something fun DOES actually happen during the day, then I have a record of it. If it's something small, I still can just write that. I suppose it's a bit freeing to allow myself to blather on about nothing, but isn't that what having your own personal blog is all about?
HA.
Also, I have made a concerted effort to just post these as I write them and not go back to edit...
