Normally, when I get up in the morning, I have a series of things to do. Shower, get dressed, feed the cats, scoop the litter and clean up any cat "accidents", make lunch, empty the dishwasher, have breakfast, go to work.
The path to the cat litter takes me past my computer room, where I usually stop and fire up my PC and end up killing 15 minutes or so checking my RSS feeds, playing Evony, reading Facebook, etc. Then I rush up from the basement when I hear my wife coming down from the bedroom towards the kitchen. I end up rushing through the making of lunches and taking a breakfast bar with me to work instead of having my preferred bowl of cereal.
Today I resolved not to go on the computer, and instead spent that time tidying up the living room, which I had spent most of the weekend cluttering up. The house looks better, I didn't have to rush this morning, and my wife will be happier not having to either clean up a mess not of her making or push me to clean up after myself.
Perhaps I didn't find the cure for a terminal disease, but I did something that I wouldn't have normally done.
So today's cliche: a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
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