This morning was day 2 of my attempt at starting a meditation practice. I don’t know why it took me this long honestly. It’s something I KNOW is beneficial, something I’ve wanted to get in the habit of for so long but I’ve resisted. Maybe the reason is hidden right there in that sentence… it’s that pesky word: HABIT. There’s something about that word that sounds so final, so definite, so irreversible. When I think of something that’s a habit, I think of something I do without even thinking. But in order to turn something INTO a habit, it just sounds like so much work, you know?
But this morning I was reminded of this glorious other word: PRACTICE. A meditation practice, a yoga practice, a creative practice. Something about this word sounds so much warmer and more forgiving to me. A practice is deliberate and intentional, but it’s also innocuous. You wake up each day and you can choose to deepen your practice, to strengthen the consistency you’ve put forth. And if you don’t, well then you don’t have to wipe it all off the board and start again (which is how my brain thinks about forming a habit.) Nope, instead you just wake up the next day and you choose to practice again.
All great things that have made a lasting change in my life have come from some sort of regular practice. So if there’s something you want to fold into your life, consider swapping the word habit for PRACTICE.