I love new beginnings. Fresh starts, clean slates, reset buttons. The passage of time that smooths the rough edges, the emotional distance that gives me a chance to tackle a problem from a fresh perspective.
Moving seven hundred miles away, leaving behind more than a decade of connections and routines and memories, counts as a really big Fresh Start.
With one caveat: I brought the old me along.
Many of my problems, you see, aren’t rooted in where I am or the people I’m around or the place I’m living in. No, many of my problems are rooted in me. They’re rooted in my habits and my attitudes and those aren’t things I can leave behind as easily as I did outgrown toys and clothes that didn’t fit right.
Because even though I’m in a new house and in a new state, I still go to bed too late (like last night *yawn*). I still put off cleaning bathrooms far longer than I should. I still get too wrapped up in mindless ‘net surfing and I still get snappish and impatient with my family. New place, old me.
I can move hundreds of miles, but I can’t run away from myself. If I want to affect change in my life, sometimes the way to do it is to do it slowly and intentionally, one day at a time. One day in which I exercise for 20 minutes–then do it again the next day, and the next. One evening where I send myself to bed at 11, then do it again the next night and the next. Little changes become new habits, building on top of each other, like islands forming.
What habits are you trying to build in your life?