“Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.” -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I got thinking today why I fail so often when I set out to do something for myself. Very often, as I've said before, it's just plain old fear. Sometimes, though, I'm really in to what I'm doing. I'm so excited I can barely sleep at night. Then, eventually, my excitement dwindles, my drive shifts into low gear, and my new project just sort of peters out.
I don't often think about it, I put in the clutch, change gears, and head off into some other project I can be excited about. But lately I've been more and more frustrated with my inability to finish. The only way I can describe my feelings as I lose interest is "Impatience."
I start exercising and I plateau but I want to hurry up and get fit enough to run a marathon. I start on Weight Watchers and do great for a few weeks but then I want to have to buy new clothes and get out of the couch more easily (yes, I know the couch is probably part of the problem). I already have cold sweats waiting for my excitement about this blog to fade.
I'm hoping now that I've recognized what I'm doing I can stop, think about the long haul, and make the journey be the goal. I'm not going to be triathlon fit next week, but every day I get up and walk a little farther or do one more push-up is hitting my goal.
I'm not sure if what I described is really impatience. Anyone else have a name for it?