Recommit

 I wanted to establish new habits with the move into town, a new venue being one of the best times to establish new patterns.  I committed to walking every day, drinking more (2 liters) water and writing in my journal (this blog) even if I didn’t have anything to say.  2 1/2 weeks in I lapsed. I just really didn’t feel like walking. And I Really didn’t have anything to say   And to be honest the water drinking has been my most erratic habit of them all.  I knew and feared that this moment would come  

But during the night, woven, into my dreams, I dreamed of wanting to recommit   Interestingly as a dream it folded in that the lapse was needed to make me aware that I DID really want these new habits even if I didnt feel that I wanted to do them.  Not sure I have the words. I think it was tied in with the conversation with Piper re whether or not to quit piano.  But I love it when my unconscious taps me on the shoulder. I believe that back room guide sometimes more than my bossy well intentioned mind.  Recommitment doesn’t mean I’ll be perfect (which was never the point). It just means I’ll persevere even through lapses