Today, I’m cleaning cupboards, doing laundry, dishes and cooking, all while still feeling the effects of the time change. I’ve spent most of the day alone and winter is threatening to appear on Monday. Now I am feeling the pressure of completing my November goals of NaBloPoMo and doing something on my timeline before midnight. All in all I have to say I’m having a pretty good day. It has been four years since I’ve done the work to quit smoking and back then I wouldn’t have said that about today. I’d be in a panic, spurring to get everything done and would stay up until 4:00 am if I had to. If I went to bed without finishing my projects, something might have come up and I might start another project before finishing the first one.
Today I’m more trusting that I am going to finish a project after getting some sleep, but the biggest impact I had for a day like today is, hating it is not relevant, because you have to do it anyway.
How often do you hear someone say, I can’t stand doing dishes. I hate dusting. I will not do windows. All I get in the mail are bills, I hate bills. How often in a day do you say and hear someone say I hate ___. Just take one day to listen for it. You don’t have to do anything about it, just listen for it. Then take into consideration does it make a difference if you hate it or not? You still don’t need to do anything about it, just be aware.
For instance, I hated doing dishes, so I never wanted to do them. I’d put them off, but then there would be more. Soon, I would run out of dishes and if I wanted a dish I would need to wash it. There were always other things that I needed to do, but I always had to stop and wash dishes. The solution? Quit hating it. Most people think that they can’t help if they hate it or not. I found that wasn’t true. The trick was that I wasn’t forcing myself to like it. It is not a one or the other deal. All I had to do was to quit hating it. If dishes need to be done everyday, why put in the time to hate it everyday.
There was a transition period where I had to give myself constant reminders to not hate it, but eventually the not-hating won out. I found rhythm and routine and now I can get it done without getting all bent out of shape. It’s been nice.