The Power of Habit

In this episode – The Power of Habit . . .

Habit is a powerful connection between goals and accomplishments. Did you know it takes 21 days to establish a habit?

According to the How Stuff Works website, “Habits are patterns of behavior that become “worn into” our brains.” Do you wake up every morning, pour a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice, in that order . . . every morning? If so, that pattern is locked into your brain through well-worn synaptic pathways.

Knowing this tidbit of information, with courage, conviction, and composure, you can inspire yourself daily through this power of habit.

No one is entirely sure where the 21-day rule originated, but it seems to have first appeared in the book Psycho-Cybernetics, by Maxwell Maltz.

One habit of mine is to share a “Thought for the Day” via the web, on Twitter, @pball001. (This has since morphed into my podcast). These are meaningful quotes that I’ve ferreted from books, Google search, and listening to a variety of Podcasts.

Sometimes I ask myself, why do this? Who really reads this stuff? Does it make a difference? Then it hits me, reading and/or listening every day to various audiobooks, biographies, science articles, philosophy, mysteries, travel logs, music, or whatever tickles my fancy - inspires me.

Yes, my listening friends, believe it or not, it’s a choice.

. . . But don’t mind me, go ahead; you can ignore this power and remain an Excuse-i-ologist.

What’s that, you ask?

A person who has studied and mastered the art of the excuse! You don’t have to look far to find one; just look in a mirror.

Like the morning cup of coffee and orange juice, we all need daily reminders (I do, anyway).

What’s my remedy?

Simple, begin a daily quest for good, clean, positive, powerful quotes to stimulate you’re thinking.

Write them down, then share them with others.

With today’s social media (Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, texting, and many more), we have an amazing power to share with family and friends like never before. While writing this piece, I discovered over 60+ Social Media sites on the web. That’s hard to believe. What’s your favorite?

Don’t conform. Establish the habit of discovering what motivates you. You will be amazed at the effect it will have on others. Remember, it takes less than one month to implement the knowledge.

Today’s “Thought for the Day” - “The opposite of courage in our society is not cowardice, it’s conformity.” - Rollo May.

I’m Patrick Ball; thanks for listening; see you in the next episode.

Updated; 11/20/2022

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