A Wren Says

I started typing this post with a cookie in one hand and all the word generation responsibility in the other. I am allowing myself the sweet treat, because, of course, I can always start eating more healthfully tomorrow. Except this time I really mean it. I really mean that tomorrow is that day that I start to chase after all my goals instead of just daydreaming about them occasionally.

I am writing this far in the past, with a posting date 90 days later. My hopes is that this will be a message to my future self, a reminder on this journey pursue lasting change, that I finally figured out what I was missing all along.

It was consistency.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t find the right program. It wasn’t that my timing was off. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what I was doing. It was that I wasn’t sticking with it long enough. I wasn’t being consistent. I didn’t keep up the Spanish learning, I didn’t stretch regularly, and I didn’t create the habit of daily tidying up. Even though  I maintained a long streak in my pursuit of learning how to juggle, I eventually broke the streak, when I felt like the progress wasn’t coming in the way I wanted.

Even now at the start of this new endeavor, I am looking for the best workouts, how to create a schedule, the food I should be eating for optimal health, and even productivity tips. But I need to chill. That is not where my success will come from. My success will come only after I start, and only if I keep going.

Perhaps it’s bad form to draft a celebratory post before you’ve even taken on the endeavor, but that is what this is. I am inviting future me to look back on the past 90 days. I am asking future me to take a moment to pause and think about how the time has passed:

Through it all, how did you finally figure out that you could just keep going?