“Mom, I Just Can’t NOT do My Homework!”

It’s 12:15 am and the end of a long weekend.

Me as Mom: “Honey, it’s late; you’re going to start your week off tired in the morning.”

My Son: “Mom, I just can’t NOT do my homework!”

Here I am ready to go to bed myself thinking about a goal I had set for myself to write 7 blogs in 7 weeks.  I’m thinking that if I write one more short blog, I will have fully achieved my goal.  I was wondering what it could be about… “celebration” perhaps. Perhaps in the morning I could write a short blog about celebration.

I was simultaneously thinking of good reasons to share with my accountability partners in the morning (7 weeks later) of why I didn’t write exactly 7 blogs.  No harm done and I am feeling quite good about the 6 I did do, since it’s more than I’ve ever blogged… but in the back of my mind I hadn’t quite gotten to the 7.  Well, maybe in the morning I could get a quick one off to my assistant, but I know myself enough to know that that was unlikely before my deadline of 9am.

Then the Universe sends me a message: “I just can’t NOT do my homework!”  Whoa… suddenly inspired, I grab my laptop and start typing.

Here I am, excited to complete my commitment of 7 blogs in 7 weeks.  I am celebrating all that I’ve learned about myself in the process.  Yes, even as a coach, I look for excuses, but as with my clients it feels so much better to know that a commitment is a commitment and that when one completes it, with it comes a sense of deeper self-trust and success.

I’m celebrating:

7 blogs  / 0 to go – met this personal challenge.

7 weeks / 0 days

Success and knowing that I can.

Is your homework done?

Sweet dreams,

Maria