It seems like I always want to do just enough to get by. Crack that 300-word mark for my Marriage Project post and shut it down. Get my 3.1 miles in on the treadmill and call it a day. Tell my wife I love her, that’s it.
Is this the part of my mind that’s constantly searching for the path of least resistance (the part Seth Godin calls the ‘lizard brain’)? I say yes. Why don’t I pound out 3 posts in a night when I’m feeling especially Faulknerian? Why don’t I pump out an extra 10,000 feet at the gym? Why don’t I actually write Jen to tell her what I’m thinking and feeling instead of just spouting plagiarized verbiage?
The short answer is that it’s easier not to. The long answer is probably a little bit more complicated and has to do with some deep physiological issues that would make Maslow’s head go spinning.
So we’ll stick with the short answer. It’s easier not to because doing nothing is always easier than doing something. I feel good about myself when I reach my daily goals. This is fine, unless my goals never change.
To not push myself physically, spiritually, and relationally beyond the point I am currently at is to not develop into the person and husband I’m supposed to be. Set goals, yes, but then shatter them. Don’t be satisfied with the workout that’s “good enough” or the date night that’s “better than theirs” or the budget that “gets us by.”
In case you’re wondering, I’m talking to myself (as I seem to do quite often on here), but if you’re listening you can steal my material…
For the runners, how many miles do you try to run every day?