There’s a lot of things I thought I wanted to do with my life or have in my life, but it wasn’t until recently that I realised I was actually more in love with the idea of them than actually doing/having them.
I love the idea of getting up at 4:45am and practising yoga before sitting down with a cup of tea to write, but the sad reality is it is the idea that I’m in love with. If I really wanted to do it, I would do it. It hit me this afternoon, getting up at that time is actually pretty painful, and on a permanent basis would entail more sacrifice than I am willing to give. I don’t even want to sacrifice myself in short-term, say a week, just to see what it would be like. No, not even for one day. I’m quite content to not know and stay in fairy land thinking about it.
However, put £10 in front of me and tell me to find a way to feed myself for a week, I’d be there in a flash coming up with a cunning plan. Or give me a huge pile of receipts and tell me to create spreadsheets with expenditure categories to work out my future retirement expenses and I’m in seventh heaven and beavering away. There are some things I want to do more than others, and those ‘others’ are just ideas I like the sound of and nothing more.
Of course one thing that helps is that I think about moneysaving, financial matters and retirement for most of my waking hours. I don’t think about yoga or getting up early, probably because it bears no relation to moneysaving or financial matters or being able to retire. Even during work I think about working just to earn the money for saving and investing.
Anyway, this is not a long post today, just wanted to share the epiphany that if I’m not doing something, I don’t want it enough otherwise I’d already be doing it or executing a plan to do it, regardless of my schedule.