Auto Pilot
My habits are the thing I hate most about myself. Frankly, there where something I hoped I might be able to run away from by moving about a 1/4 planet. Yet, slowly steadily they creep back in.
It's a fight to do something different. To make my daily decisions more than just a default, more than the easy way out, despite my circumstance. To get myself to explore, to walk, to eat. Make it more than just planning, and learning, and watching, but doing. Avoiding a mindless haze of an evening gazing out of someone else's camera. Willing myself against buying the food I know how to 'cook', the crap I know I'll eat. Fighting, and losing, the battle to better myself.
Maybe these habits are what define me? Maybe these are things it's too late to change.