I have this habit of telling myself I'm going to start doing something (dieting, writing, walking the dog) every day. I know some of these things are good for me, most if not all of them are. The first day is a major thumbs up, because it's always my best day -the one with motivation. But come day two, my momentum is already drowning, lost in the gravity of laying around all day. Of course, the OCD in me nags, "Well, if you can't do it perfectly, everyday, then why even do it at all?"And with that, the resolution falls back to my subconscious file I like to call The-Reasons-I'm-Not-Nearly-As-Cool-As-I-Want-To-Be. There's probably a mountain of those plans in the back of my mind somewhere, and if I picked just one of them up, just ONE, how much stronger, smarter, kinder, (insert all the good "-er" things here) would I be? Why can't I do those things I know are good for me? Why do I always feel like there's not even any point in trying because I know tomorrow will be a failure.
What's worse: leading a life full of half accomplished things or never trying to accomplish anything at all?
I feel ya... I've been trying to get into a better sleep routine, but for some reason it's not working out. But also... I've decided to ditch my lists and commitment for a while. They do me no good. I either beat myself up for being a failure or when I don't live up to it say "what the heck" and forget it. I'm learning that it's much better for me to take each decision moment by moment, day by day, and say, "I'm choosing that which is good and beneficial to my life as a whole." Sorry to get all deep and what-not with a comment, but this is something I've really been discovering lately.
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