When is enough, enough?

There are pains in life, that for whatever reason we just tolerate. 

They hurt – but not enough to put you into action.

Enough for you to complain about – to have on your vent list – but not painful enough for you to actually do something about.

I’m guilty of this and it honestly drives me nuts watching me do it – but apparently not nuts enough to shift that aspect of my life by committing to a goal and taking the consistent, simple, daily actions required.

*Sigh

So when is enough, enough?

When is that magical moment when things just click and you’re ready?

Before releasing 55 pounds, my weight and the pain associated with it were just on my vent list – I wasn’t willing to do the work required. I wasn’t ready to commit to me. The shift happened when I valued myself enough to get out of a job that was sucking the life right out of me and filling me with so much anger and resentment – literally 55 pounds of it. 

I had had enough. It all finally hurt too much and I was pushed into action.

The worst kind of pains are those that are tolerable – and unfortunately I have a few of those in my life right now. I know what needs to be done but I’m not quite ready to hit the trigger.

Fortunately, although pain is a great motivator – so is pleasure.

Instead of waiting for the pain to be too much, I want to do the opposite and get so excited about the result and about who I will become in the process, that action is inevitable. I want to be proactive and choose now.

So I’m off to the drawing board…