New year ushers in new expectations, new desires, new This-is-THE-year optimism, and of course, new resolutions.
My resolutions for 2015, just like the majority of humanity, are broad, generalized, and aimed towards turning me into a newer, improved, over-hauled, 2.0 version of ME; just like 2014.
My resolution thus reflect my short-comings, what I lack, rather than what I want from myself, not a very cheerful way of starting the year. So what do I lack? What are those teeny-tiny little things that if altered, would turn me into Wonder-Woman, which I already know I am deep within? What are Winnie Shukla's "If Onlys..."?
The biggest, most glaring, explode in the face, yell in the ear, seismic fault in my lines is my inability to prioritize and my corresponding deep, morbid attraction towards chaos. Or, to grab the bull by its horns - my inherent lack of discipline. The lack of discipline is my Achille's heel, or, to make it more relevant, my "I will eat better, gym regularly and lose 20 kg". I deal with it the way one flat-mate deals with obesity or the other with her drinking habit, ie, by hiding my head in the sand and pretending the problem doesn't exist. How do I fix thee? Let me count the resolutions.
1- Build a Important vs Precise Matrix on my white-board and list down the activities in the corresponding columns. The idea behind this is that I will then have everything I need to do in front of me, which will guilt-trip me into actually doing it.
2- Whatsapp everything that I need to do to Maa as and when I think of it, so she can poke and prod me to get things done.
3- Take out 1/2 an hour every evening to reply to calls/messages/emails.
4- Write a minimum of 6 pieces every month.
Will any of these work? I am not sure. I mean I am almost 2 days down in the year and have already procrastinated on each and every one of them. The problem with disciplining is a Catch-22 situation. If only I was disciplined enough to discipline myself. Sigh.
My resolutions for 2015, just like the majority of humanity, are broad, generalized, and aimed towards turning me into a newer, improved, over-hauled, 2.0 version of ME; just like 2014.
My resolution thus reflect my short-comings, what I lack, rather than what I want from myself, not a very cheerful way of starting the year. So what do I lack? What are those teeny-tiny little things that if altered, would turn me into Wonder-Woman, which I already know I am deep within? What are Winnie Shukla's "If Onlys..."?
The biggest, most glaring, explode in the face, yell in the ear, seismic fault in my lines is my inability to prioritize and my corresponding deep, morbid attraction towards chaos. Or, to grab the bull by its horns - my inherent lack of discipline. The lack of discipline is my Achille's heel, or, to make it more relevant, my "I will eat better, gym regularly and lose 20 kg". I deal with it the way one flat-mate deals with obesity or the other with her drinking habit, ie, by hiding my head in the sand and pretending the problem doesn't exist. How do I fix thee? Let me count the resolutions.
1- Build a Important vs Precise Matrix on my white-board and list down the activities in the corresponding columns. The idea behind this is that I will then have everything I need to do in front of me, which will guilt-trip me into actually doing it.
2- Whatsapp everything that I need to do to Maa as and when I think of it, so she can poke and prod me to get things done.
3- Take out 1/2 an hour every evening to reply to calls/messages/emails.
4- Write a minimum of 6 pieces every month.
Will any of these work? I am not sure. I mean I am almost 2 days down in the year and have already procrastinated on each and every one of them. The problem with disciplining is a Catch-22 situation. If only I was disciplined enough to discipline myself. Sigh.
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