*Update from yesterday: I haven’t picked it (yet) because I told you I wouldn’t but it’s killing me not to. But I’m not. So there.
I’m always psychoanalyzing everything. Not sure if it’s what you do in your 30s or because I’m psycho (that’s enough nodding from the peanut gallery) or maybe it’s everything I’m going through and just trying to figure out myself. I have realized one thing for certain: I have to stop doing things for an expected result.
What’s the point, right?
Wrong. I worked out and ate right for years and never lost the weight I wanted to so I would give up and get frustrated and not workout and eat and drink poorly. What good was that doing? None. Zero. Zilch. I have to workout and eat right because it’s the right thing to do. Because anything else is just abusing my body and that’s not right.
Should you stop doing a good job because you aren’t getting the accolades or praise from your boss like you expected? No. Keep doing a good job because it’s the right thing to do.
Should you stop being kind to someone who isn’t kind back? Nope. You kill them with kindness. It’s the right thing to do.
If no one is looking, is that brownie you just ate still 400 calories? Yep. If no one is looking, is that sin still a sin? Yep. Do it because it’s the right thing to do, not because you’ll get what you want out of it.
Be the person you want to be, that you should be, even if no one knows about it.