To count, or not to count. *That* is the question …

Last year about this time, I sat contemplating whether or not I was going to set New Years Resolutions. What I ended up with was my 20-11 List: twenty things I wanted more of, and eleven things I wanted less of. A smart list, if I say it myself, and reviewing it throughout the year, one that helped me keep the important things important. 


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I suppose I’ve always smelled faintly of chlorine. I learned to swim when I was four, and joined the swim team at seven. I swam competitively for 10 years, retiring from racing after high school. And I’ve managed to stay in the pool since. 


The difference between my workouts then and now is counting. When you’re prepping for the next meet, yardage is important. When you’re following the black line on the bottom of the pool to just stay in shape, yardage isn’t as important as whether or not you’re hitting your training heart rate. Some days I count laps, some days I don’t. I find I’m more motivated, and feel better about my workout, on the days I count. There’s a greater sense of accomplishment when I *know* I’ve put in a mile, instead of guesstimating I have done. Apparently, Coach, that training is a hard habit to break!


It dawned on me a couple days before Christmas that my morning workout is a good analogy for the rest of my life. I’m more motivated, and pay better attention when I’m counting. And I definitely don’t pay as much attention to the stuff I don’t count. 
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So here’s my 2012 List: Things to count. And not to count.

 

Count
Expressing gratitude
–       Acknowledging,
in the moment, when someone does something I appreciate
–       Saying
“please” and “thank you”
Precious face-time with my family and friends
–       Family
dinners
–       Inside
jokes
–       Crazy
capers from which legend is borne
–       Puppy
kisses
–       See
also “celebrations,” “laughter, “gratitude”
Snail mail
–       Sent
… being tangible with family and friends across the miles
–       Received
… that isn’t a solicitation or a bill!
Healthy habits
–       Calories
burned
–       Miles
swum
–       Walks
with friends
–       Walks
with the 4-leggeds
–       See
also “laughter”
–       Mental
health breaks: see also “moto,” “face-time”
Accomplishment
–       Finished
projects
–       Good
books
–       Permission
to abandon old stuff
Celebrations
–       High
fives
–       Happy
dances
–       See
also “face-time”
Laughter
–       Giggles
–       Chortles
–       Guffaws
–       Snorts!
Moto rides!!!
–       Camping
trips
–       Wandering
to nowhere particular
–       See
also “healthy habits”
Photo ops
–       Sunrises,
sunsets
–       Ocean,
mountains, rivers, valleys
–       Dogs,
cats, kids, cows
–       Face-time
with friends
–       Celebrations,
accomplishment
–       Moments
that memories are made of (and legend, too)

 

Not Count
The number of times it is “my turn” to talk
When a friend has the floor … be still, and listen
between the words (it’s what I hope they’d do for me)
When I don’t get my own way
In 5 years, will it really be important anyway?
Being right
Quarreling takes too much energy, and there never
are any real winners
Minor personal inconvenience
Especially if it’s while being of service to someone
Unanticipated change in plans
Often, the best adventures are unplanned. Definitely
don’t count if it’s family/friends changing it up.
How often I’m sent “up over” or “down under”
Being the young bendy one in the family means I’m
climbing the ladder or crawling under the house to do…something I’d probably
rather not. But, it’s precious time and relationship maintenance with my old
people I wouldn’t trade for anything. Count under “face-time” and “accomplishment.”
Rainy days
It’s Oregon after all. It rains here. But it means
fabulous green stuff and gorgeous blooming things.
* In no particular order
** Subject to change as I think of things to add

Generating more LIFE content

Soooo… I’ve been *thinking* about starting a blog for more than a little while. Here’s some insight into my thought process on why it’s taken so long to actually *do*: If I started one, what would I write about? If I did write, would people care enough to read it? Do  If they do read it, do I have enough _____ (fill in the blank with the right word) to respond to feedback? Do I have time to write? Why do I feel compelled? Once the thought-train starts picking up speed, it’s hard to slow it down sometimes. And never mind the different tangents it can run away on…

One of my alter-egos, the planner, is a little put out that tonight I stopped *thinking* about it and actually created a blog. Another alter-ego, the doer, is doing a little happy dance (complete with pom-poms) excited to be in action. 

The tipping point was a 2:18pm AH-HA moment. I was dutifully hunkered down and hammering out progress on a major project with a 5pm deadline. (I’ve been diligent lately with my personal productivity). It dawned on me that I’ve been spending way too much time lately generating work content and not enough generating life content. And so I am resolved to reverse this worrying trend. 

Which loops back to where I started: deciding to actually create this blog. This afternoon, I decided I have content. Life, in all it’s loveliness. And I’m not sure I care whether anyone reads it. I’m also not sure I “have” time, but I am determined to *make* it. I’ve kept a paper journal for years, so there’s my motivation. 
Pollyanna on Purpose … to see all the wonderful possibility in any situation, like Pollyanna. Purposefully. This is my accountability experiment.

 

What’s yours?