New Habits and Apple Pie

Today was another good day! Out of curiosity, I googled how long it takes to develop a habit. The answer, at 66 days, actually came as a surprise to me. I seem to remember reading something along the lines of 2-3 weeks, but this article explained that the ‘three week rule’ is probably only based on one doctor’s observations of single limb amputees, and this study shows that on average, it takes about two months to develop a habit enough that it feels automatic.

I can’t help but think about how, just a few days ago, two whole months would have seemed like an eternity, a completely unattainable goal. I thought I was doing everything I could do by living one day at a time, but now I realize I never did that. I tried to live the rest of my life at once. I spent so much time worrying about what was going wrong, what could possibly go wrong, how any of it would ever get fixed, and what horrible thing could happen next. Even if I did miraculously manage to only worry about one day, it was never today, it was always some day in the distant future, years from now.

Do I sound like a broken record here, just repeating how good I feel? I can’t help it. It sounds terrible to me, but I don’t remember feeling this good for three whole days ever. And it feels sustainable. That’s the part I marvel at so much. For once, I don’t feel like I’m pretending to enjoy a brief interlude of quietude when I’m really just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I am enjoying, and I’m not waiting.

It’s like discovering that a food I always thought I’d never like is actually the most delicious food there ever was.

Which brings me to this:

At my husband’s request, I got into the frozen cinnamon rolls this morning.

They were just as good as the fresh ones!

And then today I made an apple pie.

It’s in the oven now.

What’s your favorite kind of pie? What do you think I should bake tomorrow?