Category Archives: Writing

Oh, Hello Again: Since I’ve Been Gone

This is the first essay I’ve posted to Habit Engineering since last May. It’s embarrassing. 10 months, zero blog posts. That wasn’t my intention when I started in 2015. I planned to publish a 600ish word post every week. I accomplished that goal for a year. The next year my production was less consistent. I admitted this problem to myself going into 2017. I set a goal to published 15,000 words, which seemed attainable because I have complete control of the blog. That was my nerdy way of telling myself to be a productive writer who shares his work. But here I am with my blog dying on the vine.

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Information Overload: When Less Information Is More

Sometimes there’s information I just don’t want to know. Like when I had streak of 111 consecutive days of meditating. Then I had 0 consecutive days. I knew about the streak because the Calm app kept track for me. The tracker made meditation a game. It motivated me to keep the streak going. Then I ‘forgot’ to meditate while visiting my older sister in Virginia, but in reality I was just lazy for a day. My head has been in a fog since then. Everything feels harder. I fidget more. It’s harder to get and stay asleep. Writing is a complete chore, more so than usual.

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Goals for 2017

2016 didn’t go as planned for me. I make a list of goals every January to keep focused and grounded throughout the year. The 2016 goals got thrown out the window before the end of January. It wasn’t because I lacked the resolve to carry through; it was because many of the goals just weren’t applicable after I lost my job. My designated theme to simplify in 2016 didn’t seem to matter anymore. My focus shifted from simplifying to surviving.

It’s frustrating when things don’t go to plan. Continue reading Goals for 2017


I Got A(nother) Tattoo

I have generally made my mother proud, except that one time…when I got a tattoo. My one reckless youthful indiscretion. And it left a mark…for life. Whoops! If you know me, but haven’t noticed it you’re not alone. It’s small and on my ankle, which isn’t in many peoples’ line of sight. It took my mom 3 weeks to notice the tattoo and by then it was too late. (Sorry mom!!!)

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The Thankful Habit

Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday. It’s always been an event for my extended family. Most of my mom’s siblings live in the same town, so it was natural to celebrate in the same place. At its zenith there were 25+ people attending, from grandparents to aunts/uncles to cousins to nieces/nephews.

In spite of (or maybe because of) the large crowd, Thanksgiving was always a casual and come-as-you-are affair. My mom is the oldest sibling and as such had the right of first refusal to host dinner, but occasionally her next in line sibling, Katie, hosted. In either case, the format was the same. Version 2Each family was responsible for some dish, which was mostly done but needed some final touches right before dinner was served. Families trickled in starting in late afternoon and the cookers did their thing in the kitchen. I was not a cooker. I was an eater.

My only real Thanksgiving responsibility was to gorge myself so that there weren’t too many leftovers. It was great! I came through in the clutch 100% of the time. There was nothing else I had to do or worry about. That is, until Katie threw a curveball in 1996. Continue reading The Thankful Habit