You’d think if I said I wanted to do something, I’d do it, right? Eat less? Exercise more? Sounds easy, and yet, when I take it head-on, it often doesn’t work.
Self-control, self-motivation, self-discipline all depend on one thing: the self. Problem is, in my experience of life, I often don’t have a single, dominating self operating. Different selves want different things, and the self that wants to exercise is met with resistance by a self that, well, doesn’t.
The self that doesn’t want to exercise doesn’t want to mind the self that does.
“You’re not going to tell me what to do,” it huffs, even though the you resisting is also the me wanting. It gets confusing.
Because I have multiple experiences in life where my own mind doesn’t agree with itself, I’ve come up with ways to overcome competing internal characters. My trick-trash for uncluttering is one of them.
The Power of 10 is another one; a mental tool to help me navigate inner conflicts.
The Power of 10 defines success as 10-minutes of something: weeding, walking, meditating. Whatever I’m resisting doing, I only have to do it for 10-minutes.
As long as I do it for 10-minutes, I feel good, because I’ve achieved what I set out to achieve.
Funny thing is, a lot of times I do more than 10-minutes. Willingly. Because the hardest part of getting going is, well, getting going; overcoming the inertia that keeps me from starting. Overcoming my own resistance. Once the engine gets going, keeping it going takes less effort.
But if after 10 minutes I want to stop, I can and will. With a feeling of satisfied accomplishment.
It would be great to be that person who does what they say they want to do, without resistance. But I’m not. I was struggling to get back to blogging. I got this post written by telling myself I only had to write for 10 minutes today.
My fifth 10-minute timer just went off. Time to review, tag, and post.
The Power of 10.