Day 9. What are your worst habits?
Where do I even start???? I have the terrible habit of starting things and not finishing them. I can’t tell you the amount of sewing projects, knitting projects, and projects in general that I have unfinished. I tend to lose interest in things very quickly and get discouraged very easily if they don’t go smoothly. This makes for a lot of unfinished stuff. The worst part is that I can’t bring myself to finish nor get rid of this stuff. Now that I live in an apartment, I’m learning, by force, not to start things I am not able to finish in a short amount of time. If I didn’t, the apartment would soon be covered in unfinished projects.
Another one of my habits, and one which I seem unable to shake, is my spending habit. I’m a spendthrift. First, I’ll say that I have been like this since I moved out of my parents house and had money of my own. I made a pretty good living in the military, especially for a young twentysomething. I had no bills, no rent, and virtually all the money I made was spending money. I saved a lot but what I didn’t save was enough for me to spend without ever having to worry about balancing the checkbook. I had no money worries and thus became used to buying whatever I wanted (within reason, obviously, I wasn’t a millionaire). Then I was extremely fortunate to marry someone with whom I was financially secure too. I got too comfortable and the spending got out of hand; I don’t have a lot to show for it. It wasn’t pretty and I’m not proud, but it is what it is. Now that I am on my own, I really need to watch my money but old habits die hard. Very, very, hard.
Speeding. I like to speed. I don’t do it consciously, it just happens. I was not like this before moving to Naples, Italy. In Naples I learned that if I actually drove at sensible speeds, by US standards, I’d get driven off the road. If you can’t beat them, join them! So I did. Some times I have to remind myself that I am not in Europe any more. I also have road rage, although I’m slowly getting better.
I also have the freaking habit of falling in love with all the wrong men. Except for my ex, or whatever he is, every other guy I’ve fallen in love with has SO been a terrible choice for so many reasons. I can’t seem to shake this habit and it drives me nuts. But we can’t chose who we fall in love with, right? RIGHT?
I’m sure there are more bad habits but I’m not in the business of completely damning myself on the Internet!