Every morning, I find myself negotiating with the simplest routines. Why is it so hard to do what I know is good for me? Instead, I play a game. I bargain with my electric toothbrush. I bought it years ago after breast surgery, when it was difficult to lift my arms and brush well. It turns out I needed it. It protects my gums. The dentist says it’s working.
Still, I play the game: “Do I really have to brush for the whole two minutes?”
It’s timed – four neat 30-second beats for four neat quadrants. And still, I want to cut corners. I want to get to the coffee, the gym, the call I’ve been avoiding. I convince myself that the one minute I shave off brushing will somehow change my day.
Then it hits me: I’m not following my own advice. When anyone, my daughter, a colleague, a neighbor or a friend, asks me for my advice, I assist them in thinking through the pros and cons.
Inevitably, when they ask, “So, what should I do?” I smile and pause.
Let’s stop for a minute to take note and recognize this change. This response took a long time to gevelop – instead of barking a course of action at them before getting all the facts. Now, I just smile my sly Mona Lisa smile, let them guess what I am thinking and say, “Whatever you choose. Remember, your life is the small choices you make every day.”
And here I am, most days, not choosing the full two minutes to brush my own teeth. Why? I know better. Why do I pick the less-optimal path? Notice I didn’t say “bad” or “wrong.” That’s progress. Let’s start there.
I was trained early to scan for what could go wrong. Part of my healing has been retraining that reflex. Call it behavior modification, call it building healthier habits – the point is to catch the negative loop before it sprints.
Trauma is cumulative. Tiny setbacks stack: at the bank, the notary isn’t available; my yogurt is out of stock, the morning derails. Cue the old script: “Nothing works, I’m the problem, today will stink.” It’s not an exaggeration; it’s a groove in the brain.
Reframe: this isn’t a referendum on me. It’s one small choice that protects Future Me.
New thought: Two minutes isn’t punishment; it’s maintenance for the person I’m becoming.
I run the movie forward. If I save a minute, what credits roll? A lukewarm coffee made 60 seconds sooner. If I skip, what else rolls? The quiet erosion of self-trust – and later, an expensive trip to the dentist at an in opportune time I didn’t plan for.
If I stay the two minutes, what credits roll? A tiny, boring win that compounds. The feeling that I do what I say I do. That’s the movie I want to fund.
My default is to notice what’s wrong – what’s late, what’s missing, what’s undone. It’s like my brain was raised on breaking news. Now, I practice finding what’s right. The coffee that tastes good. The moment of quiet before the day starts. The fact that my gums are, frankly, thriving.
Gravitating to the good doesn’t mean ignoring what’s hard; it means not letting hard things own the narrative. Goodness doesn’t shout – it whispers. I must lean in to hear it.
That’s where willingness starts – in the small act of noticing that life is already offering something kind and staying in that moment.
When I zoom out, everything looks less dramatic. The one missed gym day isn’t failure. The awkward conversation isn’t forever.
Life almost never turns out as bad – or as perfect – as I imagine. The truth lives in that murky middle, where the learning hides. Taking the long view reminds me: progress rarely feels like progress when you’re living it.
Willingness shows up when I stop demanding clarity and just keep moving anyway.
When I’m deep in self-criticism, I picture myself watching my life from up above in a cloud from an airplane. The 30,000 feet view. From that distance, I see the humor, the effort, the persistence. I’d tell myself, “You’re doing fine. Keep brushing.”
Funny how kind we can be when the story isn’t ours. The goal is to talk to myself with that same compassion, as I talk to others – less judgment, more curiosity, more grace.
Eventually, almost everything gets funny – it just takes longer than I’d like.
I think of that Rolling Stones’ line: You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need.
Lately, I’ve been asking the universe to move up the what I need timeline. That makes me laugh every time, because I have given up on getting what I want, now I just want what I need quicker.
Because humor doesn’t erase the mess – it makes it bearable. These aren’t world-shattering crises; they’re just my human ones. And owning them with a laugh reminds me that if I created the problem, I can probably create the solution.
Gravitate to the good. Keep the long view. Zoom out before you panic. Laugh sooner.
Tomorrow, I’ll brush for the full two minutes – not because I must, but because I can.
Willingness isn’t loud. It’s quiet, consistent, and waiting for me to show up. I got this and so do you.
What healthy routine is giving you a hard time? How often do you skip it? Have you analyzed what’s behind that behavior?
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I could really relate to this article. I’m ready to take care of everyone else, including pets, but I’m last on that list. At 75, I should be first! Ilene has helped me with a defined plan to accomplish that.
I so enjoyed your post, so thank you! Most of us have “annoying little foxes” in our lives that we’d rather not deal with.Ive disciplined myself over the years after making it through repeated trauma.
Ive now come to the conclusion that ive made it this far, and somehow some way, if im kind to myself & “do the best I can, with what I have, where I am” (Theodore Roosevelt), I’ll make it through this life journey.
To make it through I just “know” that if I dont go over the kitchen/bathrooms briefly most days, things mount up and then I get stressed.
I learnt that after many years of severe fibromialgia, so bad I couldn’t even wipe my kitchen bench, pick up a plate or wash my hair. I still have it, but now ive learnt how to ‘work smarter not harder’.
If I do what I should do most days (including all those annoying little foxy things), then there’s time for the little fun things that make our lives worth living..
One reason I completed a long physical hands on aged care course, was I treated every person in the aged care as if they were my mother or father.
This easily got me through the most unpleasant personal jobs that I dreaded doing. After a while the love I had for my mum was passed onto others.
There are lots of little annoying things we need to master in life so we can move onto the ‘fun’ things.. Its worth it!
I don’t understand this thought process, I feel grateful for the toothbrush the toothpaste the fact that I can’t brush my own teeth
Thanks for sharing , I am interested in how others think
Typo, CAN brush my teeth
THanks, Judy – the idea that how I do one thing is how I do all things – so if I can’t honor my teeth – what else am I ignoring that is good for me? Does that clarify?
Thank you ilene
Great article and good points. Probiotic toothpaste made the difference for me, and I am so grateful to have my own teeth to brush every day.
Good to hear from you Anna – I will have to try the probiotic toothpaste. Thanks for writing. Ilene
Every night I go to bed with anticipation of what I will do the next day. Every morning I wake up and think – maybe I’ll skip this or that or….
It takes concentration and commitment to do even the most simple things for myself. However, I did learn a great lesson in caring for my mother until she passed. I did everything I could to make her life happy, and safe, and to ensure she had the best of everything that I could possibly give her. So now, I’m caring for myself, as there is no one to take care of me. Every time I come up against something I’d rather not do, I ask myself how I would have helped my mother do it, when she tried to avoid some things like showering, or eating the healthier meal. I take the words I used to say to her, and I say them to myself. Additionally, when I am hesitant to do something just a little bit more special for myself, or to buy that sweater I love but which bears a pricetag I don’t love, I remind myself that I’d have bought that for my mother without a second thought, because I wanted her to have everything, and the best of everything, regardless of cost or effort. Then I tell myself that I deserve all the love and care and spoiling that I gave to my mother. And I do for myself just what I did for her, and would still be doing if she was still in my care. I’m worth the extra mile that I go for myself, in simple things, in difficult things, in “just because” things.
Wow!!! I have to tell you. This is just beautiful. I will share with my sisters. And i also think of all that my mummy did for me, a suede coat i loved, when a practical one would have been better. On and on, she left me with cherished memories of her love. Thank you for putting this all in perspective.
What an honor to share with sisters! xoxo ilene
I love this framing, Barb!!!
Great Advice – thanks for reading and adding on! ilene
Lol I use what would I tell my daughters in the same way