Yoga it out
They say you can have too much of a good thing. When we find something is becoming more of a bad habit than a reasonable pleasure, we can begin to worry and consider doing something about it. Some will go too far the other way. Seeing themselves a little unfit and go straight into marathon running rather than making the effort to walk to work instead of using the car. Just because you are doing something to excess, doesn’t mean you have to give it up completely. It can be a case of cutting back and cutting back without yelling from the rooftops that you have transformed yourself and ended your compulsion totally.
Managing without may need some kind of coping strategy. People find a distraction and allow the time to pass, seeing if they can keep the mind off the issue for an hour at a time. Don’t be fooled though, you can find yourself giving up on so much that life becomes pleasure free. It is a fair point to think that it would be rather annoying to put so much effort into doing the right thing, according to those that say what that is, then get struck and killed by lightening.
On the subject of time, our experience of it sure changes when we are occupied. Plus, the older you are the slower your internal clock becomes, and a minute really seems like 50 seconds whereas for a child it is closer to 70. Count to 60 and compare with a clock and see what your life stage is.
Many will start a new activity, do it for a few weeks before giving it up. It is not always easy to identify the exact reason that puts us off carrying on. People think about that last time they went and that they recall feeling better for going last time. No stalling, they just go. People with mountains to move aren’t daunted by the scale of the task. Rather than having too many reservations about all the effort, they tune out and get on with it. Time spent in reflection mode is time lost making headway on something.
Someone I knew analysed a tiny irritant in their life, namely the chore of ironing. They realised what it was that made them dislike doing it so much. It wasn't the ironing itself, it was the hassle of getting the iron out and setting the ironing board up each time. The solution was simple. They simply leave the board up, ready to be used when needed. This anecdote is trivial and trite compared with the struggles felt by people in some places yet makes a significant point. If you isolate the part that deters you, you can find a resolution and may rid yourself of the dissatisfaction that comes with putting things off for ever more. I have only used an iron to transfer some stickers, but I too like certain tools and equipment ready to roll all plugged in and without piles of junk atop. With everything having a set place, thereby easy to find, I am not put off by having to clear all the mess and faff about before getting a job underway. It must have stemmed from life growing up where there was never the right stuff to do what you wanted, just old rusty rubbish that left you hours out of pocket and deeply frustrated.
It is not just doing jobs around the house that we delay tackling, for we put off going somewhere if there is fear of great discomfort amongst the journey. After years of sufferance when we are in our youth, we shy away much more as we get older. Recalling so many experiences of cramped conditions, queuing and the indignity we faced, that we warm to the idea of staying at home rather than endure more. Unless we can find a way of dealing with it or selecting more favourable travel times and more spacious seating arrangements our body rules our head.
Comfort is an odd beast, after all many forms of discomfort are usually only temporary, maybe a few hours or so with no lasting damage to our body, but that is not the point, it is the dread prior that gives us the will to find ways out of it. If you upgrade your bed or your couch you use it often and can smile over and over when stretched out slumbered, it is a longer-term life enhancement. Whereas the torture of a trip is transient. Do you need to suffer a bit from time to time to appreciate your comforts? Maybe, but commuting every day amongst so many of the self-absorbed, with you becoming less graceful by the month yourself, can lead to rethinking the virtue of an otherwise wonderful job. It can make the idea of working somewhere closer to home much more attractive. You can use mentality to overcome the hate of it for sure. One may switch off during the pain and reconcile it with it being the means to an end whereby greater wealth down the line will free you from this, hopefully, eventually.
The opportunity of going on safari came about. Upon seeing other people return in small mini vans, cramped, hot and visibly worse for wear from the whole day of enduring never ending bumpy roads we made a decision. Too dangerous they said, but swapping one danger for another transformed a nightmare into the best few days ever. By hiring our own tank type jeep, we could stop where and when we wanted and had the best seats in the vicinity. I could also educate my partner on their driving habits and get them to see the benefit of going around the holes in the road rather than through them all the time.
My problem is different though. I have a problem that no other needs to contend with. Not only that, but it is complex. Yet in truth it is a mere variant of a common issue. Your problem is as easily curable as any other.
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