I had a epiphany yesterday. I need to make changes in my life and the only things stopping me are the excuses that I am making. Which is to say, me.
I keep doing the same thing and expecting different results. I keep trying to tackle the list of things I am unhappy about with a list of intentions that I fail to follow through on. Setting a high bar and then missing it.
So I woke up today, with one simple goal: avoid the couch. I was just not going to sit. Wake up, make coffee, feed the dogs, drink coffee, foot exercises, run. That’s it. It is simple if you don’t give yourself a moment to think about it. Threasy peasy. (Sigh… another Facebook casualty)
Then I saw the weather. Forty and raining. My nemesis.
I thought about running and how cold and miserable I would be. I tried to mentally assemble an outfit but nothing fits anymore. I window shopped for a new running jacket while sipping my coffee and NOT SITTING ON THE DAMNED COUCH. I pondered how I used to run in this weather. I longed for the days when I was dedicated. When running was easy.
But running was never easy. The easy part was that I used to not think about it. Running was a given and everything else was moving pieces to make it happen. Logistics.
I stopped thinking about it.