I’m thinking the real test of our mettle isn’t in how much progress we make but how we make our progress. When we are working towards our goals, in those long places and spaces between “I’m going to” and “I did it” – what’s our attitude like?
I know when I step on the scales and pull out the measuring tape and see the reduction in numbers I was hoping for (that’d be any at all) I am absolutely ebullient. Sorry, Cloud #9 is spoken forward, “whoo whee, aren’t I something?!”
But when my results are less than what I was looking for? As in, none at all? When despite my ongoing efforts nothingwhatsoeverishappening
, I can be a veritable grump.
It’s pretty amusing when we consider that most self-improvement plans are voluntary, right?. We elect
to do them. We decide
to tackle a new venture, diet, exercise program or course of study, no one’s making us do it –any discomfort we endure is probably self-induced.
So why do we get grouchy when we’re doing what we want to do? Why do we whine when we’re winning?
I am determined to be as happy in the process as I am in the results. As long as I’m moving towards a goal, I’m moving. To be moving is a blessing.
Move and Soldier on!