My 6-year-old loves the library. She diligently visits it bi-weekly and checks out 5-6 books per visit. At home, she keeps the books on her writing desk. Two weeks later, she returns them to the library and repeats the cycle. While at home, the books simply sit on her desk. She never opens them.

Ask her if she likes reading books, and she’ll always answer in affirmative. She loves books, and she means to read every single one of them. Yet, she simply does not.

Let me rephrase. The idea of reading books is very romantic to her. Yet, she does not because the love for reading (the act) is not there yet.

Going to gym is a wonderful idea. Millions sign-up on January 1st, each year. Yet, come February … you know what happens. The idea of going to the gym is very romantic. But the act of exercising, is not very lovable.

At our home, we buy fresh fruits and vegetables every week. We also throw away a bunch of rotten fruits and vegetables every week. Again … the idea of eating fresh, healthy vegetables is very romantic. But the act of preparing meals with them, is not very lovable.

I was oblivious to this difference all my life. And because of that, I’ve put myself through too much heartache. Just because I’d find the idea romantic, I’d sign up for it and soon regret it. However, because I’d committed to it, I’d go through it regardless while being miserable throughout the entire experience. Running was one of them. I quickly discovered I’m not the runner type.

Martial Arts on the other hand … now that’s an idea I not only find romantic, but thoroughly enjoy practicing and improving.

Decision time. Now that I finally understand the difference between the two, I’m going to stop committing to every idea that seems romantic at the outset. Rather, I’ll give it a short test run to see if I love the act. If I don’t, the idea does not get my commitment, or my resources.

This simple idea will allow me to have many experiences, but only be committed to those I truly enjoy.

Someone pointed out that if I stuck with an act long enough, and showed discipline, it may just work out.

I somewhat agree. While an act requires discipline for one to be successful at it, I believe enjoyment of the act is a prerequisite. If I don’t enjoy it, I’m unable to be disciplined at it.

Have you had experiences where you were miserable? Did the idea of doing it seem romantic? Yet, the actual act was anything but?