Hi everyone, it's Trisha and today I’m going to be taking you on a tour of my Cabinet of Excuses.
Now, this is a metaphorical cabinet as no real cabinet would be big enough to hold all these ways that I convince myself I can’t or shouldn’t do things. This cabinet is sort of like Mary Poppins' bag. You can just keep pulling things out of it. The size of things that can fit in my cabinet is limitless.
I’ve always had a cabinet of excuses. It’s one of those things that you come out of the womb gripping, I suppose, but I really started getting use out of it in High School. When I was fifteen and my biggest worry was looking like a dork in gym class, the cabinet of excuses was on the lighter side. It was hard to have too many excuses in High School because that’s one of those things that you pretty much have to do, but I still had them. Like, I’m ditching gym class because I look like a total dork playing badminton. Or, I’m not going in during lunch hour to make up for my failing grade because it’s a failing grade in gym simply due to me ditching all the time and you know what, I’m a good student in all my other more important classes, so who cares?
Those excuses are at the far back of my cabinet, now. Gym class is in the distant past. Do you know what’s in the present, though? The simple and honest "I don't want to" excuse.
Which is the perfect excuse for not working out. For not going to a gym. There's also the "I don't like getting sweaty," or the "I don't have good exercise clothes" excuse. To be fair to myself, I have gotten into a great habit of stretching every morning, so I'm moving my body, at least.
Oh, is that another excuse?
Yea. “But I already do this thing so why should I do this other thing, too?” is another pretty typical excuse found in my cabinet. Like, I drink lots of water every day so why should I cut back on caffeine?
Let's see what other excuses I can find in this cabinet.
Oh, okay, there's the "I don't have time" excuse.
While this is actually true sometimes, most of the time it isn't true. Most often it isn't a matter of not having time, but a matter of poor time management or anxiety around time. This is a great excuse for anyone. You can convince not only yourself, but others, that you're too busy! There's no time in your day!
For me, this is the biggest, fattest, lying excuse in my cabinet. I loathe this excuse, whether I'm giving it or hearing it, so let's move on.
The next excuse in my cabinet is an honest excuse. It's the, "I'm no good at this thing and I'll be embarrassed if I fail" excuse.
This excuse must be relayed in a catchy sing-song cadence so that it can stick in my brain and plague everything I want to do, or may want to do, or even things I've already done. This may be the most honest excuse, but it's the hardest one to overcome.
If I simply don't want to do something, sometimes it's enough to tell myself "just do it" or "do it now so I don't have to do it later." If I feel like I don't have enough time, then I can work on rearranging my schedule or reprioritizing my tasks for the week. If I feel like I actually can't do something and that I'm worried about failure, well, that's pretty hard to combat.
There are many other excuses in my cabinet. I can't even close the doors and I come up with new excuses all the time. The key to working through them is to recognize an excuse as different from a pretty reasonable reason. For example, I've been watching some "Hoarders" lately and because my brain is so trained to make excuses for my behavior I came up with this excuse: “Watching "Hoarders" helps my anxiety because I like seeing the process of cleaning up so much junk. It’s cathartic. It’s like a metaphor for cleaning up emotional baggage.” I realized upon drafting this blog post, though, that that is a perfectly reasonable reason. I'm not bingeing episodes or zoning out and losing touch with my own reality, I'm simply enjoying a few episodes from time to time. If I was actually using "Hoarders" to procrastinate dealing with my anxiety (as I do with Youtube videos all the time), then that would be a pretty far-fetched excuse.
Recognizing these three major excuses has been beneficial in helping me watch out for my own bullshit and keep it in check.
I can't think of a way to end this blog post, but, you know, I don't want to. I worked hard enough, anyway.