Baby Blue has dozens and dozens of those brightly colored rings that connect together. They’re functional–we used them to attach toys to the stroller when he was younger… they’re educational–we’re learning our colors with them these days.
They’re also symbolic.
These goals I’ve been pursuing are not individual goals after all, but linked together. They’re really quite dependent on each other, too. When I’m not working out, I get sluggish. Then I don’t want to eat so healthy. Then I don’t feel like cleaning/organizing at home. Then I’m stressed and lose the urge to write. Then I’m cranky and don’t feel like working out.
I went to an acupunncturist the other day with hopes he can help control a mild case of hypothyroidism. I told him how I’d been dragging for several weeks, lacking interest in exercise, etc. With his thick Asian accent, he gave me brilliantly simple advice: Commit to a few minutes a day. He was referring to exercise, I believe, but his advice applies to everything if you think about it. I don’t have to run a marathon. I don’t have to alphabetize the bills. I don’t have to finish my book. And if I don’t try to do too much of one thing, I can do a little of a lot of things, each mini accomplishment fueling the next.
Commit to a few minutes a day.
Now if I can just learn my colors.