Friday night, there was one of those knee-high, European, two-seater convertibles with the top down parked in the space across from me. I watched as a young man came out to the car, reached into his pocket for the keys, and yes, unlocked the door.
Ok, blonde jokes aside, why would someone lock a convertible with the top down? I haven't figured it out yet.
My best guess is habit. I get out of the car, I lock the door. Perhaps it would be the same if I had a convertible.
So, from the ordinary, comes the extraordinary. What are your habits? What are the little things that are so ingrained in your being that you do them without thinking? And, the bigger question: Are your habits helping you or hindering you.
Reading a time management book this week, I was reminded that if it's not important, don't do it. Redeem the time. Buy it back. Invest it in habits that help.