I have a love/hate relationship with my husband’s truck. It’s big and bulky in comparison to my midsized sedan. The cup holders are always occupied and it smells funny. The gas pedal is touchy and I can never adjust the mirrors quite right. I’m a bit insecure behind the wheel and have to pay attention to every detail while driving – namely so I don’t hit anything.
It’s expensive. I hate car payments.
But driving the testosterone truck typically serves a necessary purpose in my day – Moving new residents into my building. Escorting seniors to a safe and secure environment while making sure they have the belongings to make their new apartment feel like home.
Driving the truck is a temporary inconvenience.
Resolutions feel much the same way. They are big, bulky and overwhelming. They drag me out of my comfortable setting and they cause me to refocus and reevaluate my priorities. Unfortunately, instead of treating them as a valuable tool, I treat them as a temporary inconvenience. Something I try for a while, only to retreat to what is comfortable and convenient.
Mostly because my execution is less than perfect on the first try. I’m a go big or go home kind of girl. Baby steps have never really been my thing. Oh, and obstacles? My stars. How many hurdles must I jump to achieve my new goal.
In December I set a goal to work out six days a week knowing I was building up to a habit. In January, my goal moved to working out six days a week, but doing so first thing in the morning. This means my alarm sounds at zero dark thirty. After my second week, I woke with my alarm ready to tackle the day. I got up, let the dog out and saw her jet from her normal potty spot and right back to the door.
“Such a wimp”, I thought as I popped open the door to step out. Only I heard something:
Mmm hmm. Our diva dog found a kitty. A kitty she loved upon first sight. A kitty I was not prepared to adopt at zero dark thirty on a cold Monday morning.
Then, I committed to getting my blog back on track. Ahem:
It seems like it never ends.
So how do busy, distracted girls redeem their resolutions? Here are a few tips and tricks I have found along the way.
Write down your resolution.
What in your life do you want to change? Write it down.
What will it take to start your change? Write it down.
Who do you need to recruit to help or keep you accountable? Write it down.
Write down your new schedule.
In The Best Yes by Lisa Terkuerst, she makes a recommendation to take a time inventory. I took it just one step further and penciled in the schedule of my desired week fitting in my new workout and writing plans into existing white space.
Can you fit this new resolution into your life? A couple of years ago, my answer was no. I couldn’t. My kids were little. My husband works third shift and it wouldn’t have been safe to leave them home alone in the early morning hours. Now, they are a bit older. A bit wiser. A bit busier. This resolution fits with my life season.
The other thing I have to consider before adding something to my life is making a serious consideration of what I need to take away. My burden might be someone else’s blessing. What doesn’t fit into the perimeters of your life any longer? Let go so someone else can grab on.
Count your wins
Counting your wins, no matter how small they be, is a guaranteed way to track progress. Even though I hadn’t counted on adopting a cat at dark thirty Monday morning, I still got her settled, made it to the gym, shortened my workout schedule and went on with my day. Did I win? Yes. Because I went. Going was the goal.
What will your wins look like?
When I started running, my husband said, “If you keep putting one foot in front of the other, you won’t stop.” Keep stepping and soon your resolution will graduate to a habit. And on the days you don’t feel like stepping, step anyway. Those days are the most important to progress.
Redeeming resolutions is a simple as making the decision to start small. One little change today. One little change tomorrow. One big goal met a bit more down the road. Celebrate your wins. Don’t stop stepping.
The slogan “press on” has always solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.