Options are overrated. The more we allow ourselves to have the more anxiety we create around decision making. If there were only one choice to make then it would make the decision easier thus alleviating any remorse for all the “what if” scenarios we convince ourselves is better.
Changing a habit is never easy. It takes stepping outside your boundaries. For some that’s easy. For others, not so much. Every time I embark on a quest to improve something, my body revolts. I don’t think it’s so much as it’s way of saying “Hell no we won’t go” but more like a timid toddler that keeps falling asleep while insisting they’re not tired.
Dear God, I know it’s April Fools Day and you’re probably still hungover from your ascension but I really need to talk about my current state of mind. You see I have my blog and I want to take a “journey” with it every so often. I had this cool idea about tracking my process as I break a habit, or form a new one – depending on if you’re the half empty / half full type of dude.
You know what high I’m talking about it. Some people call it adrenaline. It’s that happy high you get when you’re excited about something. You’re beyond enthusiastic and pumped to hit the ground running. The problem is, when you’re high, you’re furthest away from the ground so there’s no running to be done. You’re too high on “what could be” koolaid that you don’t, well do anything.
I always envisioned that my version of “smashing into a tree” would be medically related. Something where I’d be inflicted with some preventable disease, as my body’s way of retaliating against my poor decisions. I never thought I would find myself staring down the barrel of a ill-timed checkpoint, without the proper credentials to justify…