Ok so I’m living alone now, which means I’m not cooking for myself much, unless of course you consider opening a bag of lettuce, a can of tuna and a container of soup as cooking. To my credit, I do warm the soup, and even on the stove! I don’t do microwaves.
I already spent a lot of time alone before I moved, but my time in solitude has reached epic new proportions, and I know that unless I get myself into better motivational shape, I’m going to end up sliding backward toward you-know-what (I’ll give you a hint – the word starts with d and ends in epression).
We don’t want that. We really, really don’t want that.
Suzjones of It Goes on suggests we give annual self-praise for the things we’ve accomplished, and I commented that I would do that soon, here in this blog. I will!
But you know what I honestly want to do right this moment – what makes me giddy at the prospect? I want to create a list of my future accomplishments, because my future is a place where I am perfect and go running each morning and eat only raw food and meditate twice a day and never ever forget to apply ample amounts of night cream to my face and neck before bed.
I have a list fetish, you see. I love making lists of things I’m going to do – of daily habits I will most certainly and most successfully implement into my life!
The only problem: the lists get lost in my jeans or somewhere in a hidden folder on my laptop. I’ve tried EverNote, and I’ve read Getting Things Done, but somehow, they always end up joining a chaotically dispersed archive, which is stored throughout the various nooks and crannies of my life. I should collect them and create an excel file of those things I’ve done in one column, and those I haven’t in another….I do so wonder which column would be longer…
Now, I’m not talking about things that I really need to do (get paying gigs, brush my teeth, take out the trash), I’m talking more about the things I ought to do (quit eating a half a bag of crisps/potato chips at night, quit picking at the polish on my fingernails when I should be researching how the hell I’m going to build that housing site with WordPress). I don’t have children to occupy my time. I don’t have to financially struggle. I’m living in the lap of luxury compared to most of the world, and yet here I am, wasting a perfectly good brain.
Just this morning, I wasted four hours doing god knows what. Ok, I’ll tell you what I was doing: I was on my phone reading informative articles:
- Why millennials don’t understand Madonna
- Horrific hairdos of Katy Perry
- Dita von Teese’s tips on staying dewy and youthful (ok that one was actually useful)
I have a call with my friend Bryan this evening, a man who really got his shit together. I just need a little pick-me-up to remember that one foot goes in front of the other. One step at a time to accomplish what I actually want (while giving up that perfect fantasy life; that stupid, fake world where I only end up in its shadow feeling sorry for myself).
I took a hard-core, Tony Robbins-like seminar once. While I don’t remember 99% of it, I do remember this:
Make a statement about what you ultimately want. Then, work backwards from there. So for example: I want to be able to contort myself into ungodly positions of yoga. Working backwards, then:
- Go to yoga class for at least 21 days in a row (to develop a habit), which requires that I
- Show up at my first class, which requires that I
- Go to bed early so as to increase the likelihood that I will not have a mental civil war about getting up early, and also have my bag packed, which requires that I
- Get myself to a yoga store and buy one pair of hip yoga pants (t-shirts from home will suffice), which requires that I
- Wear the yoga pants, which requires that I
- Sign up to some class before convincing myself that my goal is futile, which requires that I
- Google which studios are near me, which requires that I
- Google positions to see what style of studio I should choose, which requires that I
- Discover which type of yoga most celebrates those positions and style I envision, which requires that I
- Imagine which positions I’d like to contort into.
So the first step is to just imagine which positions I want to try. Easy!
Ok, I feel motivated now, and I hope my rant has helped even one soul out there who struggles with motivation like I do. 🙂