When I travel, I tend to get myself buying into the idea that “when I get back,” I’ll start _______ing and I’ll stop _______ing.
Somehow being away from the place which defines me allows me the freedom to try on the notion that I would adopt a beneficial practice and/or break myself of something “not so good.”
Well, new habits are hard to establish and old ones are even harder to break. (The word “good” is implied after “new;” the word “bad” is implied after “old.” Without the implications, my assertion is a fallacy.)
While with my sister, we ran in a charity 5K.
Like really slowly.
It took us 51:06. (That was my time; hers was 51:07. Don’t think I didn’t purposefully “finish strong” when I saw the inflated arch over the finish line.)
Now in our mutual defense, I will point out we took turns pushing a heavy double stroller which two semi-flat tires and a 4-year-old passenger. And we’re “middle aged.” And neither of us would consider ourselves “runners.” She’s probably a solid “jogger;” and I’m a yogi. (Don’t think I didn’t purposefully “choose well” when I opted for that sport.)
Regardless, before the race, I thought, “When I get home, I’m going to put a 5K into my yoga rotation.” Four and a half days later — with my calves still aching — the only I thing I can think in response to my initial idea is “F*ck that.”
So, I’ve decided on a different new “good” habit: I’ll start controlling my temper better. (In part to imbue my home with a sense of peacefulness.)
The old “habit” to try to shed: I’ll stop using the F-word whenever it comes to mind, which can be every few f*cking seconds if I’m trying to get to yoga in f*cking time to get myself f*ucking relaxed after a f*cked-up, long day.
I can tell which one’s going to be less of a challenge.
Care to play?
Follow the pattern:
Controlling my temper better vs. Using the F-word.