Set points are powerful forces. They are the suction cups of life, taking hold and not letting go without the greatest of steady and deliberate attention on our part.

No matter how much weight I gain or lose, I end up back at my set point ... that comfortable place of neither under or too much over, but still too much. Leaving the house in the morning for church, set point of 9:28 when it ought to be 9:15. Money in the bank? Where does it go and why does it return to and hold at that same disturbingly dangerously low balance? The catch all table or counter or dresser top or floor board can be aggressively made orderly ... only to return to a familiar and chaotic set point.

We work diligently on breaking old habits and developing new ones and suddenly and unexpectedly find our return to a habitual way of doing things we thought we'd left behind, just like a messy closet.

Set points in nature are good things - the rise of the sun every morning, the seasons coming and going just so. So why are human set points usually not reflective of our best? Why is it that when left at rest our set points turn flat? Or fat? Or messy? Or irritating?

Why don't undisciplined human set points result in something awesome. Or do they? When there is so much change and chaos in the world, how is it that these set points which we'd like to see change or throw to the wind hold on steady and firm for most of our days?