Force of habit

It's amazing how accustomed one becomes with their daily routine. For the past 3 years I have parked on the same floor of the parking garage where I worked. I had myself convinced that I could not access the first floor of the parking garage. For those of you who don't know me all too well let me shed a little light. I have absolutely no sense of direction, zero, zip, Nada, none whatsoever. It's a constant source of kidding from my friends and co-workers. One of which refused to ride home with me one night unless I parked on the first floor of the parking garage. After much fretting I went over to him and had him walk me over to the window on our floor to show me in person how I could access the first floor. What do you know, I could access it from how I enter the street.

This takes me to last night as I was leaving work. Not thinking of where I was going and out of habit I pressed the button to the elevator in the parking ramp. The doors opened and as the dinger went off a light went off in my head. Hey, you didn't park on the 3rd floor silly. Of course I said this out loud and got a few looks from people walking by. I let the doors close and I walked down the steps to the first floor.

This got me to thinking, again. How easy it is for habits to form and how hard they are to break. I instantly saw the similarities between parking on the 3rd floor and changing my eating habits. I have to leave a note on my computer reminding myself that I have parked on the first floor. Going forward I will be leaving a note on my computer that reminds me I can do this. Change is good!