Homing or Habits?

I was going to write a series about habits and how I rather like them... Still do, and for me they're certainly more useful than 'strategies' (see end note). But I'm noticing that when things become habitual, acting is automatic and gathers the contempt they say arrives with familiarity. It's worse than that - the objects involved in habits disappear! My coffee cup disappears. Is it even a holder for coffee? The coffee no longer dances on my taste-buds but becomes a vehicle which I associate picking up a pen and journalling. Making a ritual out of habits, making them devotions, only momentarily improves matters. I turn habits into a practice. I turn habit into a ritual. I am time bound... Stumped, and discarding previous post drafts, I stomped into the kitchen. And found myself caressing the kettle. A refill pot of coffee was made. Seeing the coffee, how amazing (!) in exactly the place it was easily accessed on the shelf, with a little black plastic spoon ready to spoon it into the…