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31 Days: Do Get Off The Couch


The first plan of action for my year of Do was DO go out and get the life I want. The life I want isn't going to come to me while I sit on the couch. It would have to be a divine intervention of epic proportion for me to have the life I want by sitting in my house. That's why I am forcing myself to say yes to leaving my house and getting out and getting involved. I've joined a book club, I go to almost every activity my church offers, and I accept all of my friends' invitations for lunch or dinner out. Sometimes it feels like a huge effort but, with the exception of one date I went on (that experience could be a blog post of its own), I rarely regret leaving my house to spend time with other people.

Just like getting up and moving is good for the body, getting out of the house is good for the mind. It takes you out of your head and into the lives of others. And if you get out and do good for others, it's double the benefit. Sometimes it is hard, it is the last thing you want to do, but just like exercise, it will be so good for you. Give the couch cushions a break and get out there and get the life that is waiting for you.

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  1. I just finished reading all of you 31 Days posts....you have DOne a fabulous job. And I need to do some of these myself. Keep up the good work!!

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