promises, promises
I make them. I break them.
They are only promises to myself, though, so I feel it doesn’t matter if things get in the way of keeping them. And something usually does – kids, mom, money woes, tiredness, don’t-want-to-do-a-thing-moreness… whatever. Oftentimes, something comes up and I veer off into a day, a direction much different from the one I had planned. And put off the promise to another time.
Some people call them goals. Me, I’ve never really liked that term and besides, a promise sounds more… personal, maybe, than a goal – and less like a convention of salespersons or lifecoaches. Still, no matter what you call them, if you don’t keep them (reach them) then they really mean nothing at all. Right?
I think… I think I’m going to try public accountability for at least some of my promises to myself. It’s worked, pretty much, for the writing thing – of course it’s only 6 days into the month, but still, I thought of just skipping the writing today, but then remembered the publication of my promise sitting there in one of the posts below and… well, here I am. Keeping a promise. Maybe I’ll do a daily promise thing. Maybe.
It’s almost a cliche now that women are especially prone (trained) to put everything and everyone else’s needs and wants before their own. We mostly know all about this now. But it took decades, centuries even of training us into this mindset – and I am not sure some of us are so good at training ourselves out of it.
But I’m going to try.
As I thought and typed the sentence above, immediately on its heels came “I’ve got to – for the sake of my daughter and the children and my mom”. Dang, trained seal, indeed. But I didn’t type it! Well, I did, but only for illustration purposes. And likely others will benefit in one way or another but they are not the point, in this matter.
No, I have to keep my promises to me, for me.
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