You are Not Lazy or Undisciplined. You Have Internal Resistance.

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You are Not Lazy or Undisciplined. You Have Internal Resistance. https://medium.com/counterarts/you-are-not-lazy-or-undisciplined-you-are-experiencing-internal-resistance-755a02673aa9:

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Just putting this here where I won’t lose it…

1. Recognise that internal resistance is on your side. Part of what is so awful about the cycle-of-not-doing-the-thing is that it feels so self-destructive. But internal resistance does not want to destroy us; it literally wants the opposite! It only exists to protect us from pain.

You are not being self-destructive. You just have two deeply rooted and fundamentally contradictory ideas about what is best for you: doing the thing, and not doing the thing.

1. Get curious about this pain that your brain is so worried about. When we understand exactly what pain we fear and why, we can work on reducing those fears. This is why I think treating resistance as an opaque external force is such a mistake. Internal resistance is not immovable — it responds to reason, to alternative scenarios, to making space for the emotions that seem like such a threat — but to shift it you have to understand its particular content for you.

2. Negotiate. You may not be able to figure out what is motivating your internal resistance immediately, and even once you do, it can take some time to figure out how to address your fears and worries about pain in the offing. In the meantime, I suggest haggling. Will your internal resistance allow you to work for 10 minutes? What about five? If you can’t work formally, could you talk into your phone? How about brainstorming in the bathtub?

You can create so much increased space in your brain just moving from “I need to apply will power so I stop being so bad and lazy” to “I’m experiencing a lot of internal resistance, let me get inventive in working with it today”.

1. Recognise that you are not alone in this. Even if resistance is not a superhuman force, I think Pressfield is right to envision it as something that besets most of us. Yes, there are rare people who do not — or at least don’t seem to — experience much internal resistance, who seem to just produce and produce. But I am willing to bet that you also seem like that kind of person to someone in your life.

You are not being self-destructive. You just have two deeply rooted and fundamentally contradictory ideas about what is best for you: doing the thing, and not doing the thing.

When I say I don’t believe there’s really such a thing as laziness, this is exactly what I’m talking about. Nobody - no, not even you - fails or disappoints on purpose. If you’re struggling to achieve something, it’s deeply unlikely that you’ll solve the problem by beating yourself up.

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The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

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well today i slipped with a knife and cut the fuck out of my left index finger. i was tidying, i wasn’t even doing anything useful or reasonable, i’ve just been putting stuff away, and somehow i just cut the fuck out of myself. I instantly ran to the first aid kit to get a bandaid on it but like even as i stood there with it wrapped in a paper towel i was like mm the tip of my finger has gone slightly numb, this is not band-aid-able.

fortunately BIL and i were just finishing doing an involved thing, and he was about to drive to Schenectady, and there’s an urgent care on the road enroute. So I told him I needed to go get stitches, and he sat me in the car with the a/c on because the stupid vagus nerve reaction thing had set in so i was dizzy and sick while he ran in and put together the invoice for the thing, and my sister brought me snacks and a water bottle and off we went. He came in to make sure the urgent care could actually help me, and then left to finish his errand. I went in and got four stitches.

(As the PA student was cleaning the wound I wound up with blood all down my wrist and she apologized for the mess and I was like “Ma'am it is clear that I am the one leaking here” which she thought was funny.) I did get dizzy again but didn’t pass out so that was cool.

(Why do bodies do that. Ah, a blood vessel is leaking, it is time to shut down blood flow to your brain, that is definitely going to help you get out of whatever situation just injured you, for sure for sure!)

In great timing, I was just finishing up when BIL came back through after his errand, which was perfect; I’d just gone to sit outside and wait and he pulled right up.

Fortunately I’d just spent four days scrubbing things and cleaning the commercial kitchen and slaughterhouse, and was just about done, so I could just kind of take a couple of hours off. Later I did wash some eggs, with a rubber glove, and that worked fine. For dinner I wore another rubber glove to eat a hamburger, which made everyone laugh, but I’m supposed to be keeping this thing dry and clean so I wasn’t messing around with hamburger grease.

Sigh. One would hate to be bored. (Your picture was not posted)