Monday, December 1st, 2014
— SHARING MY RULE OF 10—
Have I already talked about my Rule of 10? I’ve meant to. It falls into the category of loving iidiosyncrasies of people. Like my own! I think about my 18 month old granddaughter who fell in love with a bag of Epsom Salts and jabbered to it and carried it around very purposefully all day long yesterday. I loved the absurdity of it. Just as my rule of 10 is my own “behavior peculiar to an individual” i.e. idiosyncrasy.
About My Rule of 10:
When I am too tired to do more, I use the Rule of 10.
When I feel guilty about something I need to do and am avoiding it, I use the Rule of 10.
When I am into something, like a project, and need to stop but can’t seem to, I use the Rule of 10.
Here’s how it works:
I decide to do ten more things to push progress a little further, to put a stop to something I need to end, or to assuage guilt about a task that’s keeping me from focusing on something I want to do.
The ten things are usually small but they can morph into more depending on how I feel. They either spring me into more action OR they help feel like I made progress and can stop because the guilt monster has been fed.
— I was bothered by a crowded book case. Rule of 10?
I picked ten books and put them in a box for the dump which led to pulling out at least 20 more.
–I had holiday heebie-jeebies, so I ordered 10 presents for people out of Maine.
–I had Granddaughter detritus all over the house. Rule of 10? I picked up ten things and walked away to write. (Lego pieces counted as one)
–I wanted to read and couldn’t enjoy it so, I edited 10 pages of my book manuscript. I got involved and edited a hundred pages.
The Rule of 10 is seriously helpful to me. I do that extra little bit. I avoid full blown procrastination. I keep momentum going. And I tame my beast of needing to be productive.
I suggest it for the holidays. Call it one of my ten gifts. Or call it nuts.