The "21" Barrier

Some myths are quite interesting and they become even more so the more one hears or learns about it. Others just stand there, right in front of you, like a youngster with a cheeky grin, hands on the hips, challenging you with words like 'C'mon, find out for yourself!'. Like that thing about The "21" Barrier.

The idea of what I call The "21" Barrier was first brought to my attention several months ago by a colleague while we were making fun of diets and discussing ways how to change eating habits. He could not remember where he had found the original article on this subject but he claimed that he had tried it and that it really worked. At least for him it did, he added.

Actually there is a lot of frightening or at least questionable stuff available on the web referring to something similar to this 21, some ideas appear reasonable (at least at the first glance) like The Martha's Vineyard Diet Detox. Making use of your favorite search engine you may find some interesting, some hilarious site connected to 21, or just start at WikiPedia.

But my intention here is neither to dig for mystics, nor start (yet another) discussion about conspiracy theories, far from it. I will rather tell you about two self-experiments that left me pondering that there could really be something about this 21 thing. There may be scientific research on the matter I am not aware of but seriously: who cares? Were are talking about goals and how to achieve them.

For me, this rule about keeping up for at least 21 iterations worked three times already, and each time it was a different goal. It has nothing to do with the personal ability to retain the new habit. Clearing that first hurdle will only work as long as one is really willing to bring on a change.

The first time I tried to deal with that barrier was at the very beginning of 2009. I had decided to start running again. I got me a training plan, I got my running clothes out of my wardrobe and, well, started. During the first two weeks it wasn't that hard to go for a run every other day. That changed in week number three and number four. It became a question of will and stamina. And I kid you not when I tell you that I really got used to it. After three months it felt like I was missing something when I had to skip a day's run. So, this one worked - for me.

The latest self-experiment with reference to The "21" Barrier has a different background. After being sick for quite a while I had gotten used to get up late. Having a nine-to-five job I knew I needed to change that. So I started getting up ten to 15 minutes earlier every day over a week. Finally I set my alarm clock to go off at a time in the morning I could deal with and make it to the office on time without stressing me. After sticking to that for two months now I have to say that it really makes getting up easier. Just a bit. So, this one worked too.

As I said there is nothing like a scientific proof of the existence of that "21" Barrier in particular but I validated it to work for me on multiple occasions. It appears to be related to drills and routines of almost any kind. Obviously when things start to happen almost automatically, that is when the hurdle is cleared. And as far as I am concerned it is quite fascinating to find another opportunity to test this and find it working time and time again.

Maybe next time when you have to bring on a change just give it a try - and find out about The "21" Barrier for yourself. Good luck! I mean it!

OK, I Will Go And Have A - What?

Life is easy, isn't it? Getting some sleep, having some food from time to time, earn some money, go out and meet some friends - ad infinitum. At least that is what life is meant to look like according to most advertisements and at least some people I know (like my neighbor, but that is a completely different story).

I am almost embarrassed to say so but, well, I beg to differ. And this time it is not because I tend to have a point of view that is not exactly congruent with the public opinion. Maybe it is because I am worried easily, maybe it is because I ponder too much but somehow it never was that easy. I wonder why.

No, not really. I think I have at least an idea what is keeping me and maybe some of you too from living a life that easy. This is not to say that I hate my life, far from it. Obviously life really is what you make of it. Or more like what you achieve to build from the humble remains that are left at the end of the day. And the weekends of course.

So it turns out to be a fine art to live an easy life - or to have a life at all. Like with the arts there are limits, borders, rules one has to deal with, and even though the grass is always greener on the other side there is no trespassing. So, the point should be just to know (not necessarily accept) the limits and make the most of the room that is left. Quite easy, isn't it?

Many people have similar border lines in their lives. They have a nine-to-five job, which tends to be a eight-to-six job, commute not included, not to mention all the self-employed persons - or retirement pensioners. Some have families or a companion, maybe children who need (and sure should get) their attention. - Are these things really life's limitations? Or are they what really makes up a life?

Good question. What are the things that make up a life? The waves of promises and suggested wishes or secrecy desires the advertisements bring to us? Or the joyrides of all day long sun and fun? Is it about things or happenings at all or is it about the feeling we get (and keep) in the end, driven by the lot of our experiences and (sweet as well as sad) memories?

Well, I don't know. I am convinced that only few people really do because they found some answers. They foud *their* answers. And they live their life in their own special way. That said I think that this really is the key to it: their life, their way. So it is supposed to be your life you live your way - and my life I should live my way. (And for some reason a particular song by Mr. Sinatra comes to my mind... Anyway.)

In the end - or in the beginning - life is easy. It becomes just as complicated as you like or allow it to be. Sure, there are influences that are beyond our control. But at least there is no reason why one should let others dictate the way how to live a life and what to do with a life. As long as it makes you feel good and as long as hurting or annoying others is limited to a acceptable minimum everything is fine. Some like the life of a sweating squirrel with a mouth filled with nuts and trying to whistle a tune. (Special thanks to @lionape for this hilarious metaphor!) Other like to spend as much of their life as possible chilling and relaxing. Very well, just do it!

Life is easy. Go and have one - I will go and have mine. One day. Maybe.