A lot of us like to think we're rebellious--as if there were something innately valuable in opposing whatever somebody else comes up with.
Intellectually, I know that's just as reflexive as slavishly following instructions.
But my gut has never gotten the message.
And in the last 24 hours, I've staged one of my frequent rebellions against myself. Having declared my ideal best life ruling principle at this site yesterday, I went home and was seized by all of my soft addictions nearly simultaneously: steady snacking all evening while turning through trashy magazines and then working crossword puzzles into the wee hours--I simply could not get myself to stop earlier and go to bed. Then of course I overslept hugely. And, worst of all, I indulged in beating up on myself.
Now none of this is so bad, obviously. Still. I'd like to feel I can stop. And an hour or two of those activities would have been plenty.
What happened is: the part of me that doesn't want anybody--including myself--telling me what to do got really fired up by my new ambitions.
The trick now is: to stay focused on my larger aim and outlast the rebellious part (I've been through this sort of thing a time or two before.) Will keep you posted.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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