Back at the beginning of the year, I proposed a challenge for 2015 – Prove yourself wrong:
I’ve never been much of a fan of resolutions. Perhaps it’s because I see the bodies flock to the gym every January only to be back on their respective couches by Valentine’s Day. Or I see the impassioned declarations about eating clean shared publicly on Facebook and I spy a doughnut in the poster’s hand before the month is out. I get it. Change is hard. And in order for change to occur, you have to be ready. And that may not correspond neatly with the dawning of the new year.
Which is why I like to offer up a little twist on the traditional resolutions.
Here is my offering from last year: Celebration, Enhancement, Intention.
This year is a little different. This year I propose a challenge. To be completed by December 31, 2015. And, yes, I will be holding you accountable.
Here it is – over the year, I want you to prove yourself wrong.
No calories to count or reps to complete (unless of course, that’s how you’re proving yourself wrong).
All you have to do is find one belief you currently hold and change your mind about it.
Confused? I’ll give you some ideas:
-Start by thinking of the things you say you “can’t” do. Pick one and do it.
-Examine your thoughts for traces of “always” or “never;” those words usually indicate an underlying stereotype or assumption. Find a counterexample.
-Sift through your responses to people and claims. Look for those topics that make you defensive. That’s a sign that you think you can’t handle some truth. Prove that you can.
It’s so easy to operate within a prison of possibilities built by our own limiting thoughts.
This is your year to break through.
Prove yourself wrong.
Remember, I’ll be checking up on you:)
Now here we are. Six weeks later. Over forty days and countless opportunities to prove yourself wrong.
So have you?
I proved myself wrong just yesterday. I’m probably the world’s worst napper (just ask my mother, who had to survive my infancy). When I was tired and sluggish yesterday afternoon, the idea of a nap sounded appealing, but then I shut down the idea with the though, “You know you can never manage to nap.”
And I became determined to prove myself wrong. To tell that internal limiting voice to shove it so that I could sleep.
And sleep I did.
With only the slightest amount of guilt for “wasting” part of a Sunday afternoon.
It felt wonderful not only to rest, but also to prove myself wrong.
What have you done in the past 6 weeks that you thought you could not do?
How have you proved yourself wrong?