So, it has been nearly 2 weeks since I’ve post to the blog. Some times, inspiration is simply hard to find.
Other times, your mother-in-law takes your wife and 2 sons off on a trip and you get a whole week to yourself. Such has been the case around here. As it typically goes when the family takes off on an adventure without me, the fist half of the week is grand and glorious. Napping, eating at crazy hours, sleeping at even crazier hours and, of course, the chance to knock some long overdue projects off the list. The second half of the week, however, gets to be downright boring and lonely.
In the midst of the boring and lonely part, I needed to pick up my car from the mechanic’s this weekend (having it serviced was one of those projects that is much more convenient when only one car is needed for the week). The shop is a bit of a walk – about 40 minutes, but not too bad once you get going. While I could have easily called a neighbor or a friend for help, I simply felt like getting the exercise, so I hoofed it through the neighborhood and cut through a field to get to the shop, picked up the car, and drove home.
That, of course, is not much of a story. But it did lead to an interesting observation.
What did strike me about 2/3 of the way there, however, is the thought – “Why in the hell didn’t I just ride my bike??”
Seriously, I should have. The car I was going to pick up is an SUV. There’s plenty of room for the bike once I get there. It would have saved about half the time, at least, and still afforded plenty of good exercise. Especially since I made the trek early in the morning when there was little traffic to worry about, too. Of course, I could rationalize and say the exercise was great, or the slow pace was cathartic, or whatever else we all tell ourselves when we haven’t though through all our options only to realize later that there was a better way to go about our business.
And that’s the point when it comes to trying to understand how and why we all do, what we do. Habit tells me that to get places without my car means I have to walk. If I rode my bike more often, the thought to get on the bike and ride down to the mechanic’s shop would have been as natural as the thought that tells me I have to put on shoes before I go out the door most mornings. Also, I could say, if I’d developed a better habit of stopping and thinking…to weigh alternatives….before doing….then I would have realized I didn’t need to hike all the way down to the shop. I might still have wanted to, but I would not have needed to.
So, in a way, my habits let me down. It makes you wonder how many other things we prevent ourselves form consciously choosing because we are unconsciously eliminating possibilities. When habits rule, the likelihood of seeing other options simply diminishes.
It might even get you left all along on the roadside.