Everyone wants to be consistent. Just like everyone wants to be rich. We all know it would change our lives. We all know the formula—show up every day, do the work, repeat.
But consistency, much like a million dollars, always seems just out of reach.
Instead, we fall into a cycle of inspiration. We dream. We plan. We buy fancy planners. We imagine our future selves—disciplined, unstoppable, effortlessly ticking off every goal. And then? We do nothing. Because the high of planning feels productive enough.
The truth is, consistency isn’t built in grand, sweeping gestures. It’s built in the tiny, almost stupidly small actions we repeat until they stop feeling optional. It’s five minutes of stretching, not an hour-long workout. It’s writing one sentence, not an entire novel. It’s showing up, even when it feels pointless.
Most people get addicted to the fantasy of their ideal life. The ones who make it happen? They’re the ones who stopped romanticizing and just started doing.
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