What's the deal with broken promises?I have a long held belief that the easiest promise to break is the one you make with yourself.Here is the list of broken promises I have not kept over the years.* open a savings account and put $10 in each week.* exercise daily without complaining.* stop eating rubbish food and eat more fruit and vegetables.* go to bed early and stop watching midnight movies.* buy expensive clothes and not bargain bin rubbish.* save for holidays in advance and not purchase plane tickets at the last moment.* call those long lost friends on the telephone and reunite.* spend more quality time with my partner.* build a better data base and stop procrastinating.The list goes on.I suppose the best way out of this long list is to not make the list in the first place.Does that make sense to you? 'Broken Promises" is a song on you tube.I can hear it in my head now.I also have worked out the reason why I break promises to myself.It is because no one knows I have made them all in the first place.I can be in the throes of doing the gym thing on a schedule and booked into the three days a week thing.The first two weeks go really well.Then my daughter rings up." Hi Mum can you come over for three days and mind the kids,my baby sitter is sick?".Well am I going to say."no honey.I am on a gym fix?".No of course, I would not.So my bags are packed and I am off to be the Florence Nightingale of mothers' and save the day.All good intentions are out of the window.The weight stays on and the three year old granddaughter, says as she pats my tummy." What's that soggy tummy Nanna? Do you eat too much food"?Out of the mouths' of babes and all that.Too right little 'un.You got it.I think to myself, 'note to self'."Get back to the gym immediately, I get home.".On the home front again.Guess what the bed is warm, the rain is at white out stage and the gym is forgotten.Now on to the saving thing.The rational mind says.'easy too, easy I can do this.It is only $10.'.Wrong! As each Friday comes along and the bank closes at 5pm.I have not visited it and put the dollars in the account.In fact the savings account has not even been started.I dream of how it would be if I had started this 20 years ago.Now it seems useless and pointless and I am past the age of making 20 years of $10 a week savings into a fine account.With which I could eventually buy my grandson his first car, my granddaughter her first airline ticket.Not to mention the new carpet for the hall.You see for me I have now realized these are all pipe dreams.Planning for the future has never been my strong point.Being a size 10 is not in my gene pool.Having savings in the bank means I can not buy that spontaneous toy, book, or lunch for my girl friends.I have now reached a clear understanding that I am lazy with my own pipe dreams.Does it matter? Well on a scale of 10.Ten being high, not really it is looking like a 2!I laugh at myself these days as I enter the age of senior moments and haphazard days.They are so divine, each day now has a freshness to it with the wonder of a child.I never know what will cross my path when I step into those walking shoes and leave my gym membership behind.I pour that glass of cold white wine into a sparkling glass each night and sip with ease at the delights of yet another day tomorrow.As for broken promises.I will leave them all behind.Perhaps you will join my club, and throw yours away too.Cheers to living in the moment.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Broken Promises - I Have Many
What's the deal with broken promises?I have a long held belief that the easiest promise to break is the one you make with yourself.Here is the list of broken promises I have not kept over the years.* open a savings account and put $10 in each week.* exercise daily without complaining.* stop eating rubbish food and eat more fruit and vegetables.* go to bed early and stop watching midnight movies.* buy expensive clothes and not bargain bin rubbish.* save for holidays in advance and not purchase plane tickets at the last moment.* call those long lost friends on the telephone and reunite.* spend more quality time with my partner.* build a better data base and stop procrastinating.The list goes on.I suppose the best way out of this long list is to not make the list in the first place.Does that make sense to you? 'Broken Promises" is a song on you tube.I can hear it in my head now.I also have worked out the reason why I break promises to myself.It is because no one knows I have made them all in the first place.I can be in the throes of doing the gym thing on a schedule and booked into the three days a week thing.The first two weeks go really well.Then my daughter rings up." Hi Mum can you come over for three days and mind the kids,my baby sitter is sick?".Well am I going to say."no honey.I am on a gym fix?".No of course, I would not.So my bags are packed and I am off to be the Florence Nightingale of mothers' and save the day.All good intentions are out of the window.The weight stays on and the three year old granddaughter, says as she pats my tummy." What's that soggy tummy Nanna? Do you eat too much food"?Out of the mouths' of babes and all that.Too right little 'un.You got it.I think to myself, 'note to self'."Get back to the gym immediately, I get home.".On the home front again.Guess what the bed is warm, the rain is at white out stage and the gym is forgotten.Now on to the saving thing.The rational mind says.'easy too, easy I can do this.It is only $10.'.Wrong! As each Friday comes along and the bank closes at 5pm.I have not visited it and put the dollars in the account.In fact the savings account has not even been started.I dream of how it would be if I had started this 20 years ago.Now it seems useless and pointless and I am past the age of making 20 years of $10 a week savings into a fine account.With which I could eventually buy my grandson his first car, my granddaughter her first airline ticket.Not to mention the new carpet for the hall.You see for me I have now realized these are all pipe dreams.Planning for the future has never been my strong point.Being a size 10 is not in my gene pool.Having savings in the bank means I can not buy that spontaneous toy, book, or lunch for my girl friends.I have now reached a clear understanding that I am lazy with my own pipe dreams.Does it matter? Well on a scale of 10.Ten being high, not really it is looking like a 2!I laugh at myself these days as I enter the age of senior moments and haphazard days.They are so divine, each day now has a freshness to it with the wonder of a child.I never know what will cross my path when I step into those walking shoes and leave my gym membership behind.I pour that glass of cold white wine into a sparkling glass each night and sip with ease at the delights of yet another day tomorrow.As for broken promises.I will leave them all behind.Perhaps you will join my club, and throw yours away too.Cheers to living in the moment.
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