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ð Habits, Baths, and RamenâThe Art of Limiting Options
A day of detours, only to arriveâof courseâat the bath.
It was one of those days.
The kind where you take a long scenic route⊠only to find yourself, inevitably, back at the bath.
4:00 PM â I visited my dad at the hospital.
This time, I brought paints and brushes, hoping heâd paint a sunflower.
My niece came along too, and we stayed for about an hour.
When I showed my dad a sunflower image on my iPad mini, he immediately began sketching a faint circle on the paper.
âWas that the outline of the sunflower?
Bold move. Not one I wouldâve madeâIâd probably start with the stem. (LOL)
Meanwhile, my niece was happily snapping glam selfies with her new iPhone and practicing English vocab.
I acted as the paint assistant, prepping colors and water.
It all wrapped up rather quickly this timeâmaybe a bit too quickly for Dadâs liking. (Sorry, Dad!)
Originally, my niece hadnât planned to come, but after a casual LINE exchange, she suddenly texted:
âIâll come too!â
Followed by:
âSo, whatâs for dinner?â
Smooth.
As for meâyeah, I had a mountain of work waiting.
The plan was: visit, then head home and switch into work mode.
But⊠since she came all the way out⊠maybe just a little detour to Solamachi wonât hurt?
âWhere should we eat?â
âKura Sushi!â
Wait. Kura Sushi?
You mean that Kura Sushi? The one with the apocalyptic waiting lines?
No way.
If we line up there, Iâll miss my gym bath. And thatâs non-negotiable.
So I said itâplain and clear:
âI really need to get to the bath.â
âYou can just bathe at home?â
ââŠBut it has to be the gym bath.â
I added, âIf the place is packed, Iâll give you moneyâgo eat solo.â
(If I were a mom, I probably couldnât say that. But heyâIâm the cool aunt.)
ð§ Habit = Reducing Options
At that moment, it hit me.
Keeping up with habits isnât about willpower.
Itâs about limiting options.
Where to go. What to eat. Whose plan to follow.
If I try to accommodate everything, thereâs no way Iâll stick to my own path.
But when Iâve already chosen âgo to the bath,â
everything else becomes a natural âno.â
Itâs not about being stubborn.
Itâs about clarity.
ð¥ The Ramen Plot Twist
Unsurprisingly, Kura Sushi was a chaos zone.
So we wandered to another area of the mallâand there it was: a ramen shop.
My niece said: âI kinda want to eat here.â
I looked at her like she was a divine messenger.
Ramen = fast turnover, quick service, delicious.
Andâbonus!â40% of the seats were empty.
It felt like the universe carved out this little quiet space just for us.
Turns out⊠sheâd wanted ramen from the start!
She just didnât say it.
Girl, why didnât you lead with that?! (LOL)
But maybe it was better this wayâmore fun to stumble upon it.
ð The Express Train: A Cosmic Gift
After ramen, we headed to the stationâjust in time to catch the express train.
It felt like the universe was saying:
âWell done. You stuck to your habit.â
And sent a fast train as a reward.
ð§ââïž The Gym Bath Is My Temple
I made it.
With just 20 minutes left before closing.
The fresh scent of clean towels.
The quiet of the bathhouse.
The water, perfectly warm.
And even though Iâd only taken a bath,
every cell in my body whispered:
âYes. This is right.â
Then⊠from 8 PM to 2 AM, I entered beast mode:
Wrote a newsletter
Posted on my English blog
Shared on media
Held ChatGPT sessions
Gave journaling feedback
That intense focus?
I owe it all to that bath.
ð¿ Habit isnât âa planââitâs a way of being.
What I learned today was this:
The more options you have, the weaker your will becomes.
But if you decide: âToday, itâs thisââ
Life gets beautifully simple.
No waiting. No waffling. Just: Go to the bath.
That one decision anchors everything.
ð Conclusion: The Ramen Was Foreshadowing. The Bath Was the Plot.
It might sound like a silly story.
But for me, it was part of the architecture of a life built on habit.
Someday, someone might ask me again:
âWant to line up for Kura Sushi?â
And Iâll probably say:
âBath comes first.â
Because habits arenât about willpower.
Theyâre about the bath.
...Okay, that doesnât quite make sense.
But somehow, it totally does. (LOL)
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