The problem
with being a continuous-improvement-junky is achievement. I know, that seems
counter-intuitive. We want to achieve, right? We want to get better. I do.
Every day I do.
Six miles? No problem! |
But once
I’ve achieved something it becomes a standard. So today, as I huffed and puffed
through 4 miles, reminding myself that running is a habit and I’ve been slack
in the habit for months, I kept thinking, “I run 6 miles. Minimum.”
Yep.
Like when I
swim. I swim 3000 yards. Period. No less.
How does
this happen? High jumpers don’t take a month off in December, gorge themselves
on Christmas cookies and eggnog and come back to the bar at 6 feet high. So why
should I?
Here are
three ways we self-defeat with achievement.
Expecting greatness
The best
thing about expectations is that they push us to perform. I expect myself to do
better. I expect myself to get up every morning. I expect sacrifice,
commitment, courage. Expectations are the things we say to ourselves that make
quitting “not an option.”
The problem
with expectations is that they can get unrealistic pretty quickly. Expectations
are built on what we know ourselves to be capable of. They ignore things like
injury, illness, and disruption.
I once ran 6
miles every time I went out. Four was an easy jaunt. Now, as I said, four miles
is ridiculously hard. I mean hard. Which brings me to the second way achievement can be defeating:
Achieving things is HARD.
If it were
easy to run a half marathon, everyone would do it. If it were easy to get a
PhD, go back to law school, move to a foreign country, run your own business,
or swim the English Channel everyone would do it. But they don’t.
Those that
do show a tremendous amount of courage, focus, and discipline. So why do we
think, once we’ve done something that’s HARD, that we should be able to do it
again? And more easily this time?
I don’t want
to be afraid of hard work. I don’t want to shy away from it or take the easy
way out.
That doesn’t
mean I want to make things hard on myself. It means I want to earn the
achievement and I’m not afraid of the work I have to put in to do it.
Said the girl huffing up the hills on mile
three begging for this run to be over.
Other people don’t do this
There are
millions of really talented, motivated people out there. And for every awesome
contributor, citizen, and role model there are five (or more) bumps-on-a-log.
People who are so caught up in the daily struggle of basic survival that they
cannot see anything beyond their own self-created melodrama.
Don’t
mistake this as a lack of empathy. For those people born into difficult
circumstances, beset by illness or hardship, abused or degraded beyond their
human limits, I have unlimited compassion. I think we all do. It’s why the
rags-to-riches stories really touch us. Underdogs. Overcoming circumstance.
Fighters.
Those aren’t
the ones I’m talking about.
I’m talking
about the ones who could do more and don’t. They just don’t. Not judging. Just
saying. They could. But they don’t.
So as
achievers we think, “well, I’m not that
person.” Here’s what that self-defeating mantra sounds like, “at least you’re
doing something.” That mantra says
you don’t have to be at your best, you just have to be better than someone
else.
Okay, Kasie,
so what do we do about this? Glad you asked! Next week I’ll post the not-so-boo-hooey
part: How to Overcome Self-Defeating Achievement.
Until then, tell me if you’ve got some nasty inner monologue that keeps you
from getting what you want. Leave a comment, let me know you were here!
Not-so-boo-hooey! I love it when you make up words. I love it when I make up words. Heck, I just love words.
ReplyDeleteAs to your point...
I am grateful you injected the compassion for others. I'm hoping that compassion gets injected for yourself and others who are "missing the mark."
Don't get me wrong. I can be competitive, but I strive to be collaborative. With that the only comparisons are to myself and my own goals...but the encouragement is for all within earshot of my voice.
I don't think that is any different that what I've seen you do in 'real' life. [And how's this for doing what I just said not to do?] And I might even add that your execution is more deft than my own many times.
Look forward to Part II
Hey, Lori, always glad to see you on Clemson Road!
DeleteThis post was inspired by what I sometimes realize are my own over-inflated expectations of myself. While I rarely extend that judgment to others, I have caught myself comparing my efforts to others'. It is a way of letting myself off the hook. Hence, the "down side."
As you strive for collaboration, I strive for compassion. I try -- really try -- to show compassion for others (rarely myself). It isn't a natural response for me, so I work at it.
Always glad to converse with you, my friend. Thanks for the support!
Wow! I do have a running inner monologue which seems to be ringing in my ears more and more often these days and your blog just brought it home to me. What I hear in my head is "well Sam, what is keeping you from achieving your own personal autonomy? What are you afraid of?" I have to say when this inner monologue wakes me up at night I am ashamed of myself for the weakness I have displayed. I hope I am able to step up and catch the ball which I know is headed my way and run as fast and as hard as I can to reach my goal of personal autonomy. Thank you for a well written and inspirational blog! As always I am so proud of you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, mom, as always for stopping by and adding encouragement. I know it can be tough to reach for what you want. The second question after "what's stopping me?" is "if not now, when?" Sometimes timing matters.
DeleteLove you!
A great post! I'm looking forward to part 2 :) Thanks for stopping by my blog!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you. Thanks for the comment.
DeleteAww, that was the sweetest comment from your mom. I try really hard to keep my mother out of my on-line life...nothing but criticism, so very, very lucky you. One sweet friend of mine, who recognises my constant self-defeating drive for perfection, tied a red string around my wrist to make me forgive myself for not being perfect 100% of the time. It really helps.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by, Veronica. I am lucky. My mom is a GREAT cheerleader. As for the friend and the red string, I have a friend helpful enough to remind me to be kind to myself, too. Unfortunately, we moved away from him in May. Maybe I should ask him for a string to act on his behalf.
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