Mind Over Matter Of Fact

There are certain things I've been threatening to do for years. Write a book on my soccer mom experience, throw out every piece of clothing dating back to 2005, and to not let distraction get in the way of the success that's been eluding me for years. But it seems that every time I go to write and re-write that first chapter, donate my outdated Adriano jeans, or move forward in my plot towards world domination- I find myself immobilized and making excuses for putting off the inevitable. Up until recently- my coping mechanisms included bouts of daydreaming, complaining, blaming, and setting myself up for failure- a complete self sabotager, if you will. I'd justify why I couldn't get things done with pithy excuses like, I can't write if the tv is too loud. I won't workout if I don't have the right playlist. And I HATE constructive criticism therefore- why make the effort? 

At this pace-I would go nowhere. But how do you turn off the voice inside your head that only seems to know the same old, same old? The truth is, you can't tell it to shut the f#@! up if all you're going to do is sit there and listen. Saying I was going to achieve this feat and accomplish that goal meant virtually nothing unless I was prepared to do something about it. So, in lieu of rummaging through the sales rack at Barney's or wallowing in a severe case of island fever, I think I'll spend this holiday weekend bingeing and purging instead...and no, not of the 5 pounds of ham and green bean casserole I've inhaled over the past few days. But more of a mental sort of cleansing...you know, the kind that turns empty threats into reality. And you...what do you hear? Do tell...