I’m bad at commitments. At least I admit it.
It’s not so much that I’m bad at keeping promises to people, and committing when I say I will (hey, I am happily married after all)…it’s more that, I have a problem sticking to things I start – on a personal level.
Let’s start with something really simple.
Yesterday, I promised myself I wouldn’t eat dairy at all, for one day. I would see if things felt better in the GI department, and if they did, I would consider this vegan thing for a little bit. I came home from work, and made dinner, with cheese. Then today, I ate potato pancakes at lunch (hello eggs!). Tomorrow is another day though.
Then there was that time I told myself I would have our master bathroom decorated last spring. Or the laundry room organized in April. I even planned on getting our extra three bedrooms done before the end of the year…or at least painted. For updates on those, don’t hold your breath, they’re about as likely as me giving up cheese for more than 24 hours.
Something like 3-4 months ago I started painting our banister…it’s still in the primer stage.
Then, after a few months of no luck getting anywhere on that project, in a fit of fury I decided that I HAD to repaint our living/kitchen. And today, we only have one successful wall completed, and this…
Every night I tell myself, “I’m going to get in 4 hours of studying tonight” and instead, I watch three episodes of The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Don’t worry, I still study, but it’s not usually 4 hours, and I’m usually not in bed by 9PM when I should be.
Don’t even get me started on my running. But that one is NOT my fault. I was going every day, and then I developed super painful knees. So now I’m forced to only run every other day, and only doing intervals at that…My knees still ache, even when I’m sitting in a nice comfy chair typing. Stupid knees. It’s not my fault that I grew up running with a heel-toe style. No one ever told me your heel isn’t supposed to hit the ground, let alone first. I’ve probably permanently scarred my knees. They hate me.
Speaking of exercising, I joined a gym once. Signed up for the annual contract. I went consistently for about two months. Maybe once or twice after that for the rest of the year.
I really get down about myself when I think about all of this. I’m NOT bad at committing! Right? Just because I try to do ten things at once, or can’t live with myself if I don’t start something immediately…that doesn’t make me a failure.
At least there are commitments I am good at.
Like, being married, using my reusable grocery bags (even at non-grocery stores),blogging on a semi-consistent basis, brushing my teeth at least twice a day…you know, the things that really matter. 😉
What’s the point of this post, you ask? Well, these days I’m learning some really valuable life lessons. We’re always told that it’s quality not quantity that matters. Well, it seems that somewhere along the road, I forgot about that. My problem is, I tried to do everything, take on as much as possible, and felt defeated when I couldn’t do it all. But, life isn’t about how much you do, it’s about the things you do accomplish. So, today, I’m reminding myself that even though I haven’t accomplished as much as I’ve wanted to – at least the things I have accomplished have been done in style. The rest of it, that’s the rest of my story, and I have a lifetime to finish it.
I’m going to stop stressing so much about what’s not finished. Maybe, just maybe, if I stop thinking about the 10 things that I haven’t finished…maybe then I’ll be able to actually check a few things off my ever growing of to-dos.