Monday, November 17, 2008


Hey, potentially anonymous person I don't know. Welcome to my blog if you've never been here before. Well, welcome if you've been here before, too. You are all welcome here. In fact, bring your friends, and your friends' friends, and their friends' friends. If you want, let me know and I'll visit your blogs, too... multi-level blogging, that's what I'm all about! :)

Seriously, though... I had an impromptu life/Bible session with my family at the dinner table tonight, and the main point I wanted to make regarded habits. During the discourse (well, can you call it a discourse when it's all of about 5 minutes of talking? of course, with my family, it took us about 15 minutes to get through it) I came to the realization that the word "habitat" has the word "habit" right in there! And what is your habitat? It's where you live. And do you want to live in a good place or a bad place?

Up to you. Take the time and effort to start good habits (and they're not habits if you do them once each!) and stop bad ones (and note: it will take conscious effort at first on both counts; however, after you've been consciously striving towards either goal you will eventually find that it's no longer either conscious nor an effort... it's, in fact, a habit, or the lack thereof in the latter case). Then you'll be living in a good place - a habitat made up of good habits, not a bad place - a habitat of bad habits.

(Or maybe I'm just weird and the words aren't really related at all.)

Oh, you might want to take a look at a new blog I've linked over to your right (if you're reading this at my blog's homepage instead of in some sort of reader): The Reverend Mojo. He's not really a reverend... he's my littlest brother, the one who my middle brother and I used to sometimes drop on his head in our garage converted into a nursery on Saturday mornings and then tell my parents we didn't know why he was crying, he just woke up like that... anyway, either in spite of or perhaps because of all those head injuries he has some interesting things to say. Sometimes. Maybe you'll get lucky on the day you visit. :)


Ninfa said...

Now hang on there buddie! The whole conversation got started because the boys were acting up and instead of keeping control of yourself and setting them straight you go off in a laughing fit to the point of almost choking on your food. So yes the conversation ended up taking longer... I had to work twice as hard to be sure they were hearing what we were saying and not thinking about Dad laughing his tail off! ;)

Christy said...

A few years ago, I guess Haley was about 8 or 9 years old, she told a friend not to do something because it was a bad "habitat". I thought that was so cute.