Why I Stopped…and Started Again.

I have no excuse, not really.

My #100daysofdance project lasted sixteen days and then *crickets*. I want to make an excuse be honest with you. I believe many people experience what I was experiencing; but it might surprise you.

It’s not because it was too hard. It’s not because I was bored, not interested, or half-hearted in this project. I stopped because the very thing I was doing worked.

InstagramI took on this 100 Day Project because dancing was unwittingly exiting my life, sneaking out the back door without saying goodbye. It’s one of my pillars, to MOVE – and dancing is the way I move best.

I’ve fought many demons in my time, but the main bodyguard to the Success Door for me is Mr. Fear. Fear of failure, judgement, perfectionism, ageing… There are many forms to this bully and I wanted to make him a little less scary. So, in this project I created another bodyguard, Mr. Action. Mr. Action (you guessed it) advocated action: 15 seconds to be precise; and hitting the “publish” button way before I felt ready to. He even buddied up with Mr. Fear and turned him into a more positive version of himself.

I started moving, the very thing I so passionately advocate to everyone because it really really does make every difference.

What happened? I attended a three hour improvisation workshop and fell in love again. This action created a small snowball that saw me turn up to a workshop audition and landed me a part in a dance performance to take place next year. I was invited to a showing where I met contacts which may start me up with a very exciting project aligning both dance and my work as a health practitioner.

All these things I wanted. They were happening, because as I predicted, ACTION BEGETS ACTION.

And BECAUSE it was working, I stopped. I was blinded by the excitement and success I was feeling and forgot the foundational steps; the steps that created action and momentum. The foundational steps that were so surreptitiously buried in my 15 second daily practice.

So I hope you’ll forgive me. I hope you’ll understand. I hope you’ll follow me on Instagram @ravogel as I pick up where I left off. The experts say it takes 66 days to form a habit, so there’s still hope left. This daily practice was doing so much more for me than I could have ever expected. It let me say “yes”, it let my battle my demons, and it aligned me on the path I wanted to walk on.

Am I alone in this? Has this happened to you before? Has something working actually derailed your ritual? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.

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  2 comments for “Why I Stopped…and Started Again.

  1. 30 July, 2015 at 1:50 am

    Huzzah! Welcome back! I wondered why I didn’t see your dance self on my instafeed until this morning. That’s so damn exciting for you! Congrats but I totally feel you. The instant something good comes my way that involves steps towards what I want to do I instantly get derailed and lounge back into what I was doing to procrastinate. Ahhh it’s crazy! Good luck. Keep it up xx

    • Rachel
      30 July, 2015 at 2:41 am

      Thanks lady! It’s good to be back!
      I’m so glad to hear that you’ve experienced a similar thing. I hated feeling like I was letting people down, but that feeling was paralyzing me into doing more… No more! Back on the horse and ready to boogie 😉 x

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