Creating new habits in order to starve off others.
Curbing habits in order to feed others.

I’m fascinated by the various ways people accomplish tossing bad habits.
And, I always wonder how successful people become motivated, and then stay motivated. This is a skill I have never mastered.

Some people drink diet Coke so that they can eat ice cream.
Some people workout every day after work so they can go out drinking on the weekends.
Others start a chewing gum addiction to help them quit smoking.
Some people elevate their goals to be of monumental, yet attainable heights, and visualize that goal daily while working so hard to achieve it.

Some use positive reinforcement.
Some use negative consequence,
I truly believe that some people just possess innate drive.
Personally, I need both positive reinforcement and reward. And that reward needs to be different than anything else I’ve ever received, unless it’s money. (Cold hard cash is always an effective motivator.)

Having a baby and raising one has been hard.
The rewards are confusing: they are tiny and huge at the same time. However priceless and invaluable they are, they are easily taken for granted.
The reward is also not immediate: waiting for that first smile seemed like years, yet 3 months later I can’t explain why I don’t try to capture the barrage of smiles beaming from her every few minutes.
It also hard because the goal is not clear and is forever changing.
So far, my goals have ranged from: “keep your unborn baby safe” to “prevent an ear infection by un-sucking all the boogers” to “choose the best babysitter” to “start a college saving plan.”

My daughter is my new habit.
It has starved off many many many other habits, some that are missed and some which are forgotten.
And seeing her smile is one of the best rewards I never knew to ask for.


Useless Inbox

Who the heck uses email for anything but shopping anymore?

My inbox is forever filled with coupons and urgent sale notices.
It’s my “last chance” for a “one day sale” which “ends tonight”, and I’m constantly asked to “click for savings”, and to “hurry.”

Why bother with email?
We have Facebook messaging, and free texting…Skype and FaceTime…we can even free-text via app now!

Honestly, I’m shocked stamps still exist these days.

Maybe the next trendy thing will be to use a locally-crafted landline telephone to actually speak to a person?


The Lesbian Lifetime Evolution

Disclaimer: This evolution does not apply to all lesbians…it is merely opinion and a micro-cultural observation-based account.

A woman realizes she loves women.
Living consists of relationship-making in secret…online, in person.
Then “coming out” happens (hopefully).
Living consists mainly of relationship-making and career-building.
Party, savor living, travel (not in any order).
Then continuing with marriage, travel, and maybe raising children.
Middle-aged life rolls on, maintaining or changing careers, becoming an expert juggler of personal/family time and work life.

The end.


A blog-a-day is hard.
The hailstorm of information thrown upon us each day is relentless.
How do we ever choose which little icy balls to collect, and how long will we hold onto them before they melt?
Do my additions really matter that much?
These blogs are for myself, and I forgive me for breaking my daily blog commitment.

I’ve only been busy living:
Making my 6 month-old laugh with a mere glance, and teaching her how to crawl.
Cleaning my bedroom so that my partner’s allergies calm down when she sleeps.
Going on a first-time visit to the grocery store with an extremely content infant.
Cooking a special winter fondue dinner eaten intermittently between diaper changes and failed nap time attempts.
Quietly observing my baby’s newly discovered fine motor skills, inspecting every object she touches with intense amazement.

No, not fail.

A blog a day…..go!

The sweet sound of sleep.
We had a long day, a fun night with friends…new and old.
At 2am, I realized we left a bag of bottles and formula at our friends’ house…and I don’t care.
No worries are too great, because I have my “stuff” in perspective…there could be worse to have worry over, but there is not, thank goodness.
I am rich with love received, and love to give.
Happy New Year!