the third installment in a week-long series exploring the rituals of starting again
i didn't tell my husband that i was going to re-start my blogging this week until after i had posted. and when i first re-started going to the gym a few years ago, i didn't tell anyone until i had used my membership three days a week for at least a month. and a year before that, i didn't tell anyone that i was going to re-start on a program to help me keep my house clean until after i had finished the first 28 days of babysteps.
i've realized that, when starting on a goal or a project or a life-improving scheme, telling other people what i'm about to do doesn't motivate me to start. i actually do better getting started if i make a quiet, but firm, promise to myself and don't tell other people about it until i've started (again). it's almost a secret.
this strikes me as strange. this is not what productivity-goalbuster-makestuffhappen gurus advise.
i do need to talk about the stuff i'm working on once i've got it going. but for the getting-started part? not so much. no.
i'm so curious: when is the best time for you to let people know you're starting something (again)?