Does anybody else remember Martha Stewart's tv show, and the short segment called "A Good Thing"? The basic purpose of that three minutes was to highlight a cool gadget or repurpose something in a new and exciting way, and it always seemed so exciting. The idea that something small can make a big difference in our everyday lives without requiring a huge shift in routine or ideals was (and is) an attractive concept.
Today I'm wondering why I resist the good things in my life. Specifically, why I just refuse to employ the small, relatively non-wave-making habits that I know would make my life better. Like why I never do my chiropractor-assigned stretches, and yet wonder why my body hurts. Like why I feel flabby and gross, but insist on snacking like I'm a bear and it's October. Or a jr. high boy at a youth group Super Bowl party. You pick the metaphor that works for you. In some respect, I think I get it. On one level, it seems better to be a little self-sabotauging and then know, at least in part, why I'm not happy, than to do everything within my control and then possibly still be unhappy. These bad habits protect me from the possible unfairness of life. But sometimes they also make me unnecessarily miserable. And that, my friends, is not "a good thing."
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