Okay! I can do that. Easy enough.
But what about the other stuff. Things I don’t want to do?
I sometimes play this game with myself when I have to do something that I don’t particularly feel like doing. But it’s got to be done and I can’t put it off.
I pretend that someone else is going to do it and does it poorly. And I can’t stand to see sloppy work.
I’m not sure if this is necessarily the healthiest approach. It caters to the control freak judgmental side of me that I’ve been working on. It’s pretty negative.
Why must an imaginary incompetent someone else have to be the influencer? Why can’t I simply do it for myself?
Because myself doesn’t like it. Doesn’t want to do it!
It’s a twisted game that, were I to play it regularly, would eventually leave me sitting on my high horse bitter and likely alone.
From time to time I fantasize about winning the lottery. The lottery to me would free up my time, allowing me more freedom to choose how to spend my time.
But what always follows this train of thought is that even if I were to become a megamillionaire, there would still always be things I’d have to do that I don’t want to. Probably more.
There will never be an escape from this. What’s the phrase? With more [fill in the blank] comes more responsibility.
So I suck it up and do it. And if someone offers to help. Fantastic. It gets done. Then I feel good. Accomplished. Then I’m able to do what I want to do, which right now is to have another cookie!