So. Resolutions, huh? *sigh* Okay. When it comes to New Year’s resolutions I fall into the Yoda camp. To paraphrase my favorite little green Jedi: Do, or do not. There is no “resolve.”
This isn’t for any lofty Jedi ideals, mind you. It’s mainly just because my subconscious hates being told what to do, and I know a resolution is as good as double-dog daring her to thwart me.
But I’ve come clean about this before, last year on my blog. Here’s how I explained it then (yes, I am about to quote myself verbatim), and it still holds true:
~Fade to flashback~
>>I suppose this must be the obligatory New Year’s Resolutions post. Which is kind of a problem for me, because I don’t really do resolutions. Sure as taxes, as soon as I make a well-intentioned resolution, something* will plant itself solidly between me and it.
If I resolve to lose weight, high-calorie food will jump into my mouth every time I open it. (Hand to God, people. The food jumps.)
If I resolve organize my woefully cluttered closets, a hundred and ten more urgent tasks will magically present themselves, demanding my immediate attention. (What? Conquering 4-deck Spider Solitaire is urgent.)
If I resolve to write ten new pages of my WIP every day, my characters will laugh in my face and say, “You wish.” (Yeah, they can be a-holes. Don’t know where they get it from…)
So, I play mind-games with myself instead. I never vow to accomplish anything. I just think–vaguely, like I’m sneaking up on the idea–that it “might be nice” if a certain something were to come about. And then I start to do “just this little bit” toward achieving it.
For instance, I might think, I’ll really pig out tomorrow, but today this [insert name of obnoxiously healthy foodstuff here] really looks yummy, so I’ll eat it instead of the fourteen cupcakes and two pounds of bacon.
Or, I’ll just toss out these two shirts I haven’t worn in the past five years. That’s all. No major overhauling of the closet.
And my favorite: I’ll add a couple of paragraphs to the WIP, just for grins, something I probably won’t even keep.
Once I start a task, I tend to zone out and just keep going. Get into the Zen of it or something. Continue on autopilot, until something trips me up. Oddly, I usually manage to accomplish quite a bit this way. Especially if I can fool myself that whatever I’m working toward doesn’t matter all that much.
If I don’t try so hard…you know, if I play a little hard to get…then Stuff Gets Done.
I know! Silly, huh? It’s like with my daughter’s cats. The more you want them to sit on your lap, the more they ignore you. Pretend they don’t exist (my son is an expert at this) and they will stick to you like stink on shi–er, like lint on felt.
So, nope. No resolutions here.
How about you? Are you the resolute sort, or do you have a few mind games of your own? Do share.
*Granted, it’s usually my subconscious. She’s such a contrary b!tch. <<
~Back to the Now~
Of course, I’ve had to make some adjustments to my third example during the past year. One minor drawback to selling books is that you suddenly have deadlines, and you don’t always have the time for mind games. That’s when you have to start talking some smack to your subconscious. Yo, biatch. Shut the f*** up already and let me work!
You do what you can with the tools at hand.
[Okay, so was it totally lazy of me to rerun that post here? Hmm. I should probably resolve to work on that . . . or not.]