Aren’t we all looking for that special formula, to move us to the next level, to get us moving up in the world? Where is that extraordinary mentor that can tell me what to do? What prescription can the physician give to rid me of that gnawing feeling I have inside: that I can do more with my life, that I can be more, that I can be better?
Well, therein lies the conundrum that many of us face, myself included. Here is the funny thing, I think I know what I need to do. I think there are a few things that I can do, every day, that are simple, and perhaps not even that time-consuming, that will give me the results I am looking for. I have, as of late, really tried to do those few things that will get me moving in the right direction. It has not been easy.
Just one example. I know I need to do more physical things; to exercise my body. (This is far from the first time I have had this thought.) Today, this very morning, I was about to start my training routine, and I paused. I waited to begin for about 5 minutes. During that time I was not doing anything significant. I was just sitting there. In other words, I knew what I needed, and wanted, to do, but I did not do it. I just sat there.
Now, why did that happen? I don’t know. I certainly did have a stress-filled day yesterday, and perhaps I needed a five-minute break. That’s my excuse at least. Eventually, I did get to my exercise routine after that short pause. I did follow through, but I did experience some significant resistance. So much so I actually considered abandoning my exercise routine, at least for this morning.
In a similar way, I have noticed that as I have been setting some big goals, really big goals (for me at least), I am experiencing consistent resistance. Resistance from my body in the case of my physical goals. More astounding to me is the incredible resistance I have been facing from the people around me as I work on my other goals. It is quite astonishing. Somehow I think people with whom I interact can see me moving upward, or even just sense it, and it makes them uncomfortable. They want to try to slow me down. It honestly puzzles me.
This behavior is no more puzzling than the behavior of crabs in a bucket. I googled “crab mentality” and…