Have you ever tried to explain to an 8-year-old that sometimes it’s good to do things we don’t want to do? (Like going to school, or tidying up.) If so, any tips gratefully received!
Confession: I’m trying to explain the same thing to myself today, not jut the 8-year-old. Anyone who’s read this post might have surmised that I recently took (and passed – phew!) my advanced driving test. It was something I had talked about doing ‘one day’ but ‘one day’ never came because, deep down, I didn’t want to. Like a child who doesn’t want to go to school. However, the husband had other plans, and gave it to me as a present – the one present he’s given me that I can honestly say I haven’t enjoyed one bit! But I’m still grateful for it.
I’m grateful because I proved to myself that I can succeed at something even when it’s hard, and scary, and way outside my comfort zone.
I am telling myself this repeatedly today because I seem to have committed to something else which makes me want to squirm and run away: I am going to a dance group this evening. I mean, what on earth possessed me? Why did I think this was a good idea? (And it did seem like a good idea, weeks ago when I signed up.) I am the person who, while innocently dancing at a friend’s 16th birthday party many years ago, was crushed by a so-called friend murmuring in my ear, “I’m going to buy you a metronome.”
But I’ll go, and if it’s excruciating, I’ll leave and not go back. On the other hand, it might be the most fun I’ve had in ages. Watch this space.