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I seemed to be making tremendous steps forward, then suddenly it became too many things at once. Someone said it actually takes three months (or was it six?) to change one habit. And it does no good working on more than one at once; that's a recipe for failure.

So I am trying to accept the one thing that has stuck—using the light box every morning since mid October—as encouragement, and let the rest of the things I wanted to do fall into line, to be addressed one at a time—one at a longer, more patient time. Baby steps, Van.

This week seems as good as any to pick one single new daily action. It should be a writing habit, because there are already too many unwritten things lying on the heap of regret. All this fertile compost, and no garden.

But what habit will it be? Often the best ones are spontaneous, whimsical, beginning with inspiration rather than intention. How can I rub some brain cells together to initiate a spark?

Since this morning I've been considering writing a poem a day in 2010. Or picking up with 100 Words again. Even better would be something new, unthought-of, but as of this moment it remains unthought.