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It Takes Time

 

         When I moved home from Harrisburg, I was out of sync with my normal life. Things had gotten piled up and tasks that were once mole hills became mountains. All of my writing was backed up a week or two, along with everything else. When I moved home, I was also working on my room in the singe-wide, making lots of sourdough bread, and things like that.

         I got my room ready, moved in, and I began to be able to catch up on life. It was either last week, or the week before that all my newspaper writing was caught up. I worked steadily on my book and began to fall into a routine.

        I got my habit tracker back on my phone. I cleared all the previous habits I had listed, and thought I’d start out fresh. Within a few days, pretty much all the old habits were put back to be checked off daily. I brush my teeth after breakfast and floss them. I got back into the routine.

        After a few weeks of doing normal, routine things like making my bed each morning, I began to hanker after my French studies again. I’ve dabbled in a number of languages, but French is the most recent. (Secretly, I think I get each of the languages I’ve studied to a certain level, and then move on to the next one. Someday, I’ll have to actually get fluent in the languages.) I downloaded Duolingo and have been enjoying the familiar routine since.

        It just took a little time. And I like the familiar little tasks to complete each day, like writing for five minutes.  

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