Yesterday I had a conversation with a client. There are goals he wants to achieve, he has solid reasons for working toward those goals, and every day it falls apart in the noise of day-to-day life.
“What’s holding you back?” I asked.
“Ah.” He’s flips between insight and haze, like all of us. He knows what he has to do to get the thing he wants, which leads to the larger goal. He’s smart like that. “Can you go 30 days without [the thing]? Just 30 days?” I ask. At this point my own issues are peeking over the therapeutic fence. Could I go 30 days without my thing? There are goals I want to achieve, solid reasons for working toward those goals, and every day it falls apart in the noise of day-to-day life. Then comes the judgement call. Is this one of those points where I draw the parallel out loud, do the self-disclosure, and see where it takes us?
Yep. On the day before Thanksgiving, I committed to 30 days without processed carbohydrates. On one hand, I didn’t think this through. I am making pies today. However, I have eaten cake, fancy coffees, breads, chips, and french fries in the last few weeks. Pies are not that special this month.
Isn’t that the problem? Today is special because I don’t feel well, I feel great, I’m mourning, I’m celebrating, I’m anxious, I’m not anxious. Just like my client.
Today is Day 1.