If 2020 taught us anything it’s that you can choose to change your habits,skills, mentality, whatever any time you want to.
The pressure of a deadline, for me personally, just makes me not what to do it. It builds dread and anticipation. Thoughts like,”Can I handle this? What if I mess it up?” just plague me until the start day and by then I’m too anxious about the change to actually do anything about it.
It’s much easier for me to build a habit over time. 1 glass of water a day became 1 soda a day became soda only for treats. I’ve trimmed so much and I feel so much better. But I did it at my own pace. Without the mental strife of deadlines. I accepted myself when I failed. I noticed I’d feel a bit worse physically and tried to take note of that. “K we dropped the ball there but rebound kitten you got this.”
It gets tougher especially if I attempt to announce the change I wanted to make. Then there’s the pressure of letting down the people I told and feeling like shit for not being able to follow thru.
AND THEN there’s the people who brag about succeeding in their resolution. Don’t get me wrong, I admire their will power to drop a bad habit and sure it’s nice to hear about the positive effects their decision and determination has made on their life. But don’t be egotistical about it. That just makes me want that smoke or that extra season marathon more to drown out that proud hawk screech from my own ego.
New Year’s Resolutions are supposed to be about admitting a flaw, working on upgrading yourself, and sharing the goal with others as a support system.
“Yes Janet, taking the stairs has really done well on your butt. Thank you for asking about my soda cut. It’s going well.”
Inspire each other dam it don’t bring each other down.
That’s not team building.