I've been having the nigglings of guilt for the last week or so at my lame-ness at consistent blogging. I am just not that great at consistency in ANY area of my life. It is always a big part of any goal I make for myself to strive for consistency. Unfortunately my lack of consistency (ironically) has also leaked over into my goal of consistency.
One of my greatest wishes for myself is that of a life coach. My life coach would be one tough dude. Man would I hate him- which is why he would need to be a paid employee because that way the choice of following his orders would still be mine. He would be barking at me from 6:30 in the morning to get UP to write and read and do anything else that requires quiet time. Then he would run beside me, rain or shine or snow, and he'd be making me run so much harder than I do by myself. He would keep tighter tabs of my bank account, and really make me sit down and logically figure out where my dollars should be going. He would sit down with me and make me figure out menus for my family and then find the best ingredients for the best prices. He would make me work on my assertiveness by making me stand up to HIM, because after standing up to scary HIM everyone else would look like kittens. He would make me sit down and make a business plan for myself and then make me actually follow through with every intimidating idea. He would be tapping his toe impatiently, making me hurry up to be on time for any appointments I make and not letting me back out of anything, even if I am feeling wimpy because we are living through the-winter-that-never-ends. He wouldn't care if I was struggling; he'd be HEARTLESS and just make me do what needs to get done.
Okay, whatever... not gonna be getting a life coach any time soon. Spring will soon be here, and I will once again just feel like doing most of the stuff I wish someone would make me do. I still won't be perfectly consistent, but it'll be enough to keep the momentum needed to make me happy... well in some of the above mentioned areas anyway. I am thinking I really do need help in some of the areas... maybe a class in self-assertiveness? *sigh* Something to think about anyways.
One of my greatest wishes for myself is that of a life coach. My life coach would be one tough dude. Man would I hate him- which is why he would need to be a paid employee because that way the choice of following his orders would still be mine. He would be barking at me from 6:30 in the morning to get UP to write and read and do anything else that requires quiet time. Then he would run beside me, rain or shine or snow, and he'd be making me run so much harder than I do by myself. He would keep tighter tabs of my bank account, and really make me sit down and logically figure out where my dollars should be going. He would sit down with me and make me figure out menus for my family and then find the best ingredients for the best prices. He would make me work on my assertiveness by making me stand up to HIM, because after standing up to scary HIM everyone else would look like kittens. He would make me sit down and make a business plan for myself and then make me actually follow through with every intimidating idea. He would be tapping his toe impatiently, making me hurry up to be on time for any appointments I make and not letting me back out of anything, even if I am feeling wimpy because we are living through the-winter-that-never-ends. He wouldn't care if I was struggling; he'd be HEARTLESS and just make me do what needs to get done.
Okay, whatever... not gonna be getting a life coach any time soon. Spring will soon be here, and I will once again just feel like doing most of the stuff I wish someone would make me do. I still won't be perfectly consistent, but it'll be enough to keep the momentum needed to make me happy... well in some of the above mentioned areas anyway. I am thinking I really do need help in some of the areas... maybe a class in self-assertiveness? *sigh* Something to think about anyways.
1 comment:
Consistently inconsistent...sounds familiar...sounds a lot like ME! :)
M
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