Creatures of Habit

Humans are such creatures of habit. Habits are comfortable. They let us get into a pattern, healthy or not, and continue us on the path that we are on. Habits keep us from changing, keep us from heading down another path.

I am a creature of habit. I have this ring I wear now. After my divorce, one of the first things I did was find a ring I liked, and put it back on. At first I wore a ring on my left hand, but middle finger. Then I changed rings to one I could "fiddle" with more. Something I could rotate on my finger when I was deep in thought, upset or nervous. I started wearing it on my right hand, and still every day start with that ring on the right hand, but low and behold, by the end of the day, I notice that without thought, that ring has relocated to my left ring finger. I look like I'm married. People ask if I got married or if I am getting married (I'm not.) Because I'm a creature of habit, and I was married for a few years, I automatically place my ring back on my left ring finger. I still haven't accepted all the change. It still feels comfortable, as a symbol, not a relationship.

I'm going to break the habit, complete that part of my life, let it go. That ring means so much more, and it's moving, back to the right hand, until I'm ready for the left again in my life.