Happy New Year!
‘Tis the season to set goals for 2018, to promise that we’ll be a better version of ourselves 12 months from now.
In that spirit, I decided to find my way back to the gym. I have a gym in my building. I have the time… Yet, I’m still not going. What gives?
Upon reflection, the hitch became obvious: my collection of ratty, ancient t-shirts, all decorated with cooking/bleach/paint stains.
I was so excited to share my t-shirt epiphany with my friend, Pam, from whom I expected praise for uncovering the deep, true reason for not going to the gym.
Pam is one of the fittest people I know. Her exercise time is as non-negotiable as my sleep time. So Pam knows a thing or two about going to the gym.
And Pam wasn’t impressed with my t-shirt revelation. “You sure that’s the real reason?”she asked, “You’re seriously going to buy a new t-shirt just to go sweat in it?”
Her comment popped my happy excuse balloon. She was right; I didn’t need a new t-shirt – I needed to get off my caboose and do something uncomfortable.
Which made me wonder about the other t-shirt excuses in my life. Could I have had more sales conversations instead of futzing with my website? Sure. Decluttered my closet without waiting to buy new plastic containers for what remained? Of course.
So here’s my New Year’s resolution: I will no longer make t-shirt excuses. I’d rather have clarity.
Do you have t-shirt excuses? If so, I’d love to hear about them!