Leave it to me to get cocky and then fall flat on my face. In the post on Thursday, I was bragging about how great the power of habit was, and how I was already benefiting from it. Low and behold, the very next day, I screw around and end up working late into the night, trying desperately to meet my goals.

That just goes to show you how powerful the habit of pride can be. How it lures us in, makes us feel comfortable, confident, and then body slams us into the ground.

No matter, though. I still got it all done, and my streak is in tact. Let’s hope I learn the lesson and never spend time playing with my kayak trailer, when I should be at the computer writing.

Go figure, right?

(I wrote 1515 words and edited 3161 words today)