For
those unlike me its easy enough to say, "No, not for me!" "No more." They seem
to so easily chalk out a realm for themselves, restrict themselves to it and
don't care to venture out of it. This ability is awesome! How do they do that?
One of the many heads of my monster wants, wants, wants. No not things! Want to do, would like to, is interested in.....the list seems endless. For me, and those like me, our interests are many and varied. How does one restrict oneself?
But wait! I can do it! I have done it! I have said NO! No more books from the library until....and I set myself a goal. That done, I can reward myself. I also curbed my desire to sew clothes for myself until two weeks ago. Before that I would occasionally browse in the remnant section and bring home pieces and turn them into tops, nighties, pillow covers, vests. There's nothing wrong with that, you say. But I would get so driven, my housework would remain undone, my sink would be full of dishes and I would be sewing. Now I have these sewing splurges when my husband is away on a trip. That way he doesn't have to deal with my sewing paraphernalia. Even if I get too driven (and get carried away) I can always quickly catch up with the housework before he is back. Thus I, too, force myself to set limits. I force myself to be normal like other people. I allow myself to be myself every now and then. But mostly, these days I subject myself to cognitive behavior modification. Believe me, it's hard work. But it can be done!
One of the many heads of my monster wants, wants, wants. No not things! Want to do, would like to, is interested in.....the list seems endless. For me, and those like me, our interests are many and varied. How does one restrict oneself?
But wait! I can do it! I have done it! I have said NO! No more books from the library until....and I set myself a goal. That done, I can reward myself. I also curbed my desire to sew clothes for myself until two weeks ago. Before that I would occasionally browse in the remnant section and bring home pieces and turn them into tops, nighties, pillow covers, vests. There's nothing wrong with that, you say. But I would get so driven, my housework would remain undone, my sink would be full of dishes and I would be sewing. Now I have these sewing splurges when my husband is away on a trip. That way he doesn't have to deal with my sewing paraphernalia. Even if I get too driven (and get carried away) I can always quickly catch up with the housework before he is back. Thus I, too, force myself to set limits. I force myself to be normal like other people. I allow myself to be myself every now and then. But mostly, these days I subject myself to cognitive behavior modification. Believe me, it's hard work. But it can be done!