I have never been a breakfast eater. I can tell you exactly why—I used to be bussed to a magnet school when I was very young, and I had to get up at the crack of dawn, wolf down a bowl of cereal, and sit on the dark front porch until this bus came rumbling up to get me. I associated cold/tired/not wanting to ride a bus for an hour with eating first thing in the morning.
Then I got into middle school and thought, “Man, I like sleeping.” That continued until this month. I turned to Chris and I said, “I’m going to start eating breakfast.” It was part of a longer, bigger conversation, do note. It wasn’t completely out of the blue. And every day, I’ve thrown stuff into my blender, made a smoothie, and drank it quickly. Today I realized I was on auto-pilot in the smoothie-making process. I knew what went in. I knew how long to do it for. I was looking forward to it.
Apparently, it takes three weeks to build a habit. Once you do it, though, it’s engrained and a pain to refrain from. Bad habits can’t be broken, only replaced.
I’ve been journaling on the lectionary every day (except Sunday, long story) since the first of the month, too. It’s been a lot of Advent texts (because that’s where the lectionary starts) but every day, something sticks out from the reading and bounces around in my head. I look forward to it now, even if I have no idea what it will be.
It’s a new spiritual discipline, and now that it’s been three weeks, it’s stuck. What do you do as a spiritual discipline? What have you always wanted to try? Who would you want to do it with, as an accountabilibuddy? Just some things to think about this week. There’s always a lot to think about, right?
This Sunday, we have two texts that are almost the opposite of last week’s. I am glad I can guess I did that with intention way back when planning this series. Look them up if you’d like, and please be here Sunday. I look forward to seeing you then.