I have this bad habit of talking myself out of things. It’s the afternoon, and it’s time to go to the gym. At the gym, we play basketball/tag/keep away/etc. in the gym, I run on the treadmill, and then we go swimming. But for some reason, at 3 or 4 o’clock in the afternoon it all seems like SO much work.
Every morning, I am scheduled to start work shortly after I get up in the morning. I’m supposed to go down to the basement and make toys before Caleb wakes up. But somehow, some mornings, going down to the cold, dusty basement seems horrible. I’d much rather stay up stairs surfing the web, reading blogs and articles until Caleb wakes up and I miss my window.
And last night I just couldn’t face doing the dinner dishes. The lasagna pan was just too stuck on, and it just seemed like an endless night of doing dishes. So I didn’t do them. And of course this morning, they seemed worse, and plus I had work to do. So I didn’t do them until after dinner tonight.
And you know what? It only took me about 10 minutes to do last night’s dishes and tonight’s dishes (and our lunch dishes). And it was kind of pleasant: the warm water, the dirty dishes becoming clean, my shiny sink at the end.
And after skipping the gym 2 days in a row, I made myself go this afternoon, and it was (of course) good fun–as it always is.
And this morning, I did my pushups and went straight down to the basement. I cut ten sets of keys, drilled, and dremeled them. Then I got started on the owls that I’ve been putting off for weeks. I cut 19 of them, and then started sanding them. And then the creative juices were flowing, and I decided to make NEW TOYS (more on that tomorrow, when I have pictures).
So why do I have this problem??
It’s not as bad as I think. And you know what? The things you are putting off, aren’t as bad as you think either.
So shut the laptop, put your phone down, and go hang up the laundry or do the dishes or sweep the floor. Go for a run. Do some pushups. You’ll be glad you did.
Because, it’s really not as bad as you think.