“When you repeat a mistake, it is not a mistake anymore: it is a decision.”
― Paulo Coelho
I’ve been struggling to change one of my habits lately. I’ve vowed to quit cold turkey, and I’ve carefully planned out a gradual roll out of my old habit in favor of better ones. Both of these approaches have worked, but only for a time. Although I’ve had stretches of success, I always seem to end up mired in the same place due to the same behavior.
And that is why. Previously I looked at my backsliding as a mistake. Because of course it was. I was trying to change my behavior. Of course I knew that my old habit had stopped serving me. I just wasn’t thinking. So I added reminders. Only they didn’t work. Just like before, I still make the same mistakes. I spent all of my effort trying to act, and none of it trying to convince myself to act. I wasn’t making a mistake. I was making a decision.
So I set about convincing myself instead of demanding.
I had tried to change my behavior for so long, I forgot my reasons for doing so. I searched my notes, and found the reasons that I had stated when I started. And they didn’t apply to me anymore. I wrote new reasons. These were not for myself now, but for the self that would decide how to act when given a choice to follow my new behavior or my old one. I needed to convince that person that although my old habit was comforting, and enjoyable, it was not worthwhile.
Decisions are made using emotions, not logic.
There were reasons why my old habit pulled at me. I enjoyed it, and it allowed me to separate myself from work. In fact, there was nothing wrong with the activity itself, just the way that I was using it. It provided a haven for me. I used it to run from my problems instead of confronting them. Everytime I encountered a setback, I would hear the siren call of my old habit, offering a reprieve. I couldn’t convince myself that I wasn’t getting anything out of my habit, because that was a lie and I knew it.
Instead, I needed to understand the cost. Not to know it in my head, but to feel it in my heart. Whenever I started running from my problems, I didn’t stop for the whole day. I transformed small setbacks into massive delays. The broken commitment and missed deadlines left a sink hole of fear and resentment. I was training myself to be a coward. To run from every possible failure or emotional risk. Instead of becoming someone I looked up to, I was becoming something else. That was the price that I was paying.
So I wrote down the reasons,
And I’ll rewrite them every day. Because I don’t make decisions while looking at my notes, I’ll need to remember them. I’ll need to be able to recall them when I’m feeling tired, or afraid. Until my reasons should spring to mind when I think about my habits.