For some time now my parents have kept only three chairs at their large, round, kitchen table. They’ve moved the other three into the dining room. They needed more space to walk around without falling after various surgeries, and have placed a standing lamp in one corner to improve the lighting. This is the table where the six of us ate most meals and while we didn’t have assigned seats per se, there were places we felt most comfortable and fell into a routine.
So I found it difficult adjusting during a recent visit to the three chairs and the different places my parents sat, shifting me to another spot. I tried to be adult about the whole thing, managing to eat somehow not in my usual seat and we laughed about my dilemma.
This week, at a yoga class I attend every now and then in New York City, I chatted with a woman who I’ve seen many times. I entered the room first and headed to the back corner by the window and she mentioned how that was her “spot.” This being yoga, I graciously moved over, commenting that when she’s not there, I take her place.
In my yoga class in NJ, I try to arrive early, to settle in, accumulate my props, and of course, claim my territory. I’ve noticed others also set up their mats in the same locations week to week. Perhaps changing where I practice would offer a new perspective on life? For now, I’ll stay put.
Why are we creatures of habit? Psychologists have studied this phenomenon. What distinguishes a habit from an obsession? In what ways are you a creature of habit?