I’m sure you’ve heard of the Fixing Broken Windows theory of crime reduction. If not, go check out the link or what follows will seem even more random than it already is.
On a personal level, this theory holds true for the way I manage my life. The broken windows I need to keep fixed in order to keep my life from descending into complete anarchy is flossing my teeth. When I’m flossing regularly, I seem to be able to make wise choices. I feel put together and whole. Flossing seems to make me more punctual and less moody. When not flossing regularly I’m always only one u-turn away from going back to Krispy Kreme and buying a dozen orginal glazed and downing them on the spot.
It’s like my subconscious is saying, “If you’re not going to floss, nothing else really matters either. Might as well let yourself go.” Don’t ask me why but it true.
So if I show up late for a meeting and have original glaze flakes on my shirt, you better keep your distance.
My breath probably stinks too.
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I believe that example is in the book [i]Tipping Point[/i] by Malcolm Gladwell. Interesting info.
I know what you mean. For me, it’s the morning trip to the porceline throne. I’ve tried holding it ’til AM recess, but the morning is a waste if I do.
I agree! Your breath does stink. Even so, you are on to something here. Flossing fills this roll in my life as does shaving daily. I’m one of those guys, unlike you, who could go a day or two and get away with it. When I’ve silky smooth, I find I’m simply sharper pretty much across the board. Great concept!
Seriously, fasting does this for me. It’s one discipline that, for me anyway, has a way of orienting the rest of me in the right direction. Too bad I don’t practice is more often. My dear friend Mark fasts weekly and shows an order and cadence to his life I long for.