Pastor Adam sometimes hassles me for pounding too hard on the keyboard. He doesn’t understand how I learned to type. I enrolled in an elective typing class in High School because there were a lot of girls in there. We had electric typewriters that worked pretty smoothly.

But when I arrived at Advanced Individual Training for General Clerk School after Army Basic Training, they had old manual typewriters that required quite firm pressure on the keys to leave an impression on the paper from the inked ribbon. Because of my previous High School typing experience, I scored in the top 10% of my class and was automatically advanced to Clerk-Typist School, and hammered away on those stiff keys for another month.

After that I worked in offices at Post Headquarters at Fort Knox, Kentucky, and the Headquarters for the Army Security Agency in Augsburg, Germany, where we used modern IBM golf-ball typewriters, but the pattern was set and I’ve always hammered at the keys on any keyboard. So, even on my laptop keyboard I pound away. It still works.

Whatever we do repeatedly becomes a habit for life. That’s true of how we type, how we entertain ourselves, and how we love.  What habits have you formed that you probably ought to change?