We are what we repeatedly do.
Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
Word. What I've been thinking is that if you substitute anything for the word "excellence," you have the secret sauce for a good and happy life.
Compassion is not an act, but a habit.
Love is not an act, but a habit.
Laughing is not an act, but a habit.
Patience in not an act, but a habit.
Or, perhaps more apropos for a tired mama:
Not yelling is not an act, but a habit.
Either way, if I am what I repeatedly do, then based on this weekend, I am a driver, a sigher, a facebooker, a junk-food eater, a yeller, a striver, and a soccer mom.
I'd like that list to look different. I'd like to delete some things, add some things...I'd like to have some different habits.
I'd also like to be a blogger. So according to Aristotle, I must, in fact, blog. Habitually.
See? That's why he's a great philosopher! He says true stuff!
What habits are you after this week?
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