Dying From Comfort
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Yesterday, I read a Generation Y blog entitled "A Life of Comfort Will Kill You Silently."
While the blogger wrote about staying in relationships that go past their expiration dates and about becoming complacent in a less-than-rewarding job just for the comfort of the known and expected, the concept triggered in me the notion that I am "comfortable" in my messiness. So to follow on from my blog yesterday, I see I need to get UNcomforable with the possessions that own me.
Cleaning out isn't new for me. I started last year as a Flybaby ( www.flylady.net/
) and went great guns for awhile, finally conquering my closet. Then the effort fizzled. I would set a goal of going down to the basement with an empty trash bag and not coming up till it was full. When I got to the base of the stairs and looked around, all the lofty intentions of taking even this baby step would flee in the face of the jumble of boxes, most untouched for over a decade, and I would turn around and go back upstairs feeling defeated.
Those feelings of failure rumbled around in my brain while I walked yesterday, and I realized I could use SparkPeople Fast Break techniques to help, so I set a goal to build one new habit by using the 21-day trick. I picked one spot to declutter, the breakfast nook table, which is a dumping ground for a multitude of things, since it's right in the path between the garage entry and the kitchen. I am going to clean off the mess, wipe the table down, and for the next 21 days, I will make sure the table is clean before I go to bed. Just one little thing that I hope will lead to bigger things.