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“I had the privilege of choosing a life that prioritised my wellbeing… except I didn’t really know what that was. I knew what my days should look like and assumed this was what I wanted. But there was always this unsatisfying gap.”
Since the “unprecedented times”, I’ve created a super flexible life for myself. Part-time contracts, frequent travel, opportunistic escapes. Up until then I mostly outsourced my choices. To simplify massively: I worked when I got paid, worked out when I paid someone and fit holidays and activities in around that.
I had the privilege of choosing a life that prioritised my wellbeing… except I didn’t really know what that was. I knew what my days should look like and assumed this was what I wanted. But there was always this unsatisfying gap.
By January 2023 I felt dizzy looking at the year ahead. I lay on the floor a lot. The world was burning and here I was trying to set purposeful goals. Then February rolled around and I realised I was not going to get it together. Two things became clear:
1) Purpose wouldn’t help me. I needed to get on with it. Drop the meanings and assumptions I was making and do the best for that given moment, be it a call or cleaning up.
2) I do know what feels good for me. The deep pleasure of working out, for example. Instead of outsourcing to a trainer I’m going to let that thing, whatever it is, choose what it wants.
Enter the click counter.
I clicked whether I followed a 10-minute yoga video or rolled around on the floor. Whatever moving felt like that day.
I clicked when I didn’t order fast food.
I clicked when I sat down quietly in the morning, whether for 2 minutes or 20.
I clicked when I went to an annoying meeting with any measure of curiosity and actually learned something.
I still ate rubbish and had days I didn’t do anything. I just didn’t click.
Or maybe I clicked if it felt like not doing anything was actually a good choice.
“Some of my choices are objectively far from ideal. But they’re mine. I feel a kind of joyful sovereignty when I inhabit each little step. What matters is the choosing rather than the choice, to move from your centre and keep moving.”
Here are some of mine.
Spoiler alert: I didn’t get significantly stronger or fitter or leaner. I injured myself a few times. But I learned a lot about my own body mechanics, that I could stay in movement, enjoy it and start again when I stopped for a while.
I saw that my actual desire was not a ‘should’ at all. It was a tiny, underdeveloped, baby muscle that I was strengthening through validation.
I realised how many choices I made each day. When I started to ask what would make it a click-worthy choice, I started to feel that little muscle more easily.
I noticed choosing to act never came from the part that always knows better and criticises. Shaming myself always led to inaction and killed the urge.
Basically I use a click counter to tap into some profoundly wise part of myself by treating it like an absolute toddler. Gotta work with the human condition.
What surprised me was how little I had trusted myself. That when I was outsourcing motivation, I was really outsourcing trust. I was acting like other people ultimately knew what was good for me and that I could not be trusted to choose that for myself. That if I would make poor choices when left to my own devices.
It’s true that they’re objectively far from ideal. But they’re mine. I feel a kind of joyful sovereignty when I inhabit each little step. What matters is the choosing rather than the choice, to move from your centre and keep moving.