Habit can facilitate work. No doubt it can also deaden the soul or experience. Habit makes the world habitual, and so only the soul can surprise our selves. Did someone like Chesterton have many habits? Let me rephrase that, it’s not about habits like always the right shoe before left . . . wait . . . What I’ve realized, for myself, habits of the mind destroy and deaden.
Is it to make the effort to see the world each morning?