Are we nearly there yet? – Day six

It’s Sunday, so I told myself that it was okay that I got up at 9am. I started the day with a six mile run and I expected to find it heavy going. My runs have been getting progressively shorter and I have resolved to start running further.

The sun was out, but there was a cold wind that cut straight through three layers of Sweaty Betty’s finest running gear. A mile in, I starting visualizing the end point when something struck me. Rather than adopting the ‘Are we nearly there yet?’ train of thought, wouldn’t it be better to try and enjoy the journey? That way, if it was shit when I finally got there, it wouldn’t be so much of a disappointment.

This analogy can be applied to my life right now. Rather than obsessing over how things will look and feel when I see six noughts in my bank account – that aren’t followed by the letters OD, why not try and enjoy the journey instead? I don’t know what the end point will be, so I may as well make the most of where I am here and now.

It also struck me that I am actually quite good a developing new habits and sticking to them. I remember clearly the day I decided to start running – at the time, this was laughable if you knew anything about my sporting prowess. I used to wind my PE teacher up something rotten by walking the 100m sprint.

I made that decision 10 years ago and I a still running strong. Well, maybe not strong, but I am still running.

Similarly, I went on the 5:2 diet two years ago and promised myself I’d fast at least one day a week in a bid to keep my weight, which had yo-yo’d my entire life, stable. I stuck to it.

I think the reason I persevered with these habits is because the payoff is huge. Running clears my mind, gets me out the house, leaves me buzzing with endorphins and makes me feel good about myself. Likewise, staying the same weight, i.e. a size 12 for two years has meant I look and feel better than I would have done if I’d continued eating my way up to a 16 and starving myself back down again.

The rewards of writing daily might not be so obvious or quick to materialise. Likewise, my habit of ‘thinking rich’ may not deliver immediate results. I love the sound of the 10 Minute Millionaire book, but if it only took that long, we’d all be doing it, wouldn’t we?

Begone ye negative thoughts!

It was Day 5 of Jen’s Badass Habits course today and she urged me to ambush my excuses.

I want to write every day, but keep telling myself I don’t have time. I think the 15 minutes I have allotted to it each day is too little. Perhaps I should treat it a bit like running. I aim to do at least one long run per week. Why not factor in one long writing session per week?

Dear reader, I know what you’re thinking. I am a journalist, I write every day, what’s the problem?

Journalism and this kind of writing come easy to me, I could sit here tapping out this sort of stuff until the end of time. Writing creatively is a different matter. Conjuring up characters with authentic voices and weaving stories is hard, really hard. Someone once likened it to pulling your brains through your nostrils with a crochet hook and that’s just about as good a metaphor as any.

I am toying with the idea of writing from 8am – 9am daily, PR work permitting – I have two early networking sessions per week that start at 6.30am. They are a killer. I am about to hire a new account executive and am hoping she will share the burden of these early starts.

I haven’t written anything today. It’s 3.15pm and I have a date with my neighbours in the pub at 6pm. I’d better get my proverbial skates on.

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