Michael got the spring cleaning bug early this year. I guess
the last couple of days of unseasonably warm weather is fooling not only my
plants, but him as well.
Trudging down from the attic Michael dropped two packing
boxes onto the dining room table.
“I think this is everything,” he said.
Inside the boxes were letters, cards, concert ticket stubs,
photo negatives, and loose stacks of hundreds of photographs from high school,
college and beyond. Some of the photographs were sandwiched between white pieces
of paper stating “Spring Break 1987” or more vaguely, “College, 1985 maybe?” The
remnants from my first attempt to organize them several years ago. I quickly
lost motivation and back into the boxes they went.
According to my husband Michael, now, apparently, is the time
to get organized. I should note that his life in photographs is neatly laid out
in dozens of photo albums. And since the advent of digital technology our
family photos are also neatly organized on the computer. This is clearly my
issue. One, that after two decades of tolerance, Michael has had enough of.
And yet, the boxes sat in the dining room for weeks, staring
at me. Gently prodding me Michael would
ask, “So, do you want to start on the photos today?”
“No, not today,” I’d respond. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Finally, weary of my procrastination, Michael suggested a
photo sorting date night. I know, it sounds like a drag, but he said the magic
word … wine.
“We can have some wine, sit together and go through them,”
he offered.
“Okay,” I said, finally relenting.
With a nice glass of cabernet sauvignon in hand we sat down
one Saturday night and started the process. Two hours later, I’d had enough,
but we’d gotten through one box.
“See that wasn’t so bad,” Michael said. “We’re half-way
through.”
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| My photos, AFTER I finally organized them. |
I procrastinated for several more weeks but finally finished
the project. Now, my personal history lives in two small photo boxes and sorted
by year. (I still couldn’t stomach the time it would take to put them in
albums. But hey, it’s progress.)
Going through all my old photographs made me realize two
things:
1) Thank
God Facebook wasn’t around when I was in college! I’m ecstatic that the only
record of my college years is in two small boxes in my bookcase. Whew!
2) When
something seems overwhelming it’s best to break the task down into smaller
components and tackle them little by little.
I had put off the project for literally decades because I
couldn’t even think about starting it. “There are so many photos,” I’d tell
myself. “The project’s too big.” “It’ll take forever!”
So I never started.
The same thing goes for moving toward a healthy lifestyle. We
know we should do it, but the project seems so overwhelming and our goal so far
away, that we never start.
Well, here’s a little secret: Few people can make all the
changes—diet, exercise, stress reduction etc.—simultaneously. Most of us make
life changes gradually.
In a society of instant gratification and quick results this
can be a tough mindset to achieve, but it’s a good plan. Slow and steady will
definitely win the race.
If you’re frustrated with your progress or are feeling
overwhelmed with how much further you’ve got to go, don’t despair. Just take it
slow. Break down your goals into smaller components and don’t try and change
everything at once. Pick an area and focus on that.
I started with my diet. By
focusing on eating healthier foods it made me appreciate my body more which led
to wanting to exercise to make it stronger.
Other people find the reverse method works for them. By
exercising they feel better about themselves and their body and those positive
vibes flow into better eating behavior.
It’s all a matter of personal preference, but find an area
that works for you and start there.
Remember, baby steps are still steps forward, moving you in
the right direction. The race to a healthy life is a marathon, not a sprint!
