I heard this phrase in a podcast a few years ago and it really stuck like glue.
Since then, it has resurfaced periodically to remind me to dig deeper into its meaning. Often times I acknowledge it but I don’t give it any more attention, but recently, it resurfaced with much frequency I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
So I did what I do best, I went into research mode.
I took out a journal and started writing down goals for each day. It was sort of like a todo-list that helped organize my day.
I planned the experiment for two weeks. One week I would journal and naturally go about my day. In the second week, I would add a morning routine that I felt positively influenced my mood.
Following the first week, I sat down and looked at the progress that I made the previous 6 days. And what I started to notice is that I had two types of days.
One was productive. And the other was totally unproductive.
I never had days where I was in the middle.
First week
When I saw that trend, it made me chuckle because it validated how unpredictable my results had been. It made sense of the things I had seen in my life that I wasn’t exactly too proud of. It shade light on a truth that made me feel uncomfortable.
You see, for the better part of my life, I have been inconsistent. I have had tendencies to start and stop, all without the commitment to actually finish. I believed in, and still do, in a life of spontaneity. I never wanted an idea to ever settle down my adventure.
And so I asked myself:
how I can realistically expect so much if that is my guiding belief?
This question made me question my ambition. Now mind you, I’m not the type who gets down on mistakes of the past but I do take it seriously if there is future learning opportunities.
So I really wanted to think of a way to instill consistency through every facet of my day to day life.
