I think I'm giving up on the dream of consistency. It's a nice thought, consistency. But I've realized that so many things in my life cannot be made consistent, no matter what I do. There's certain things that I am gravely consistent about, sure, such as eating breakfast. I have generally managed to take care of my responsibilities pretty well, and I have taken on a lot. But eating healthy, for example? Spurts. Motivation, i.e. working hard and procrastinating? Spurts. Similar to the fact that there are certain times in my life where I am unable to sleep without outside intervention, I have to embrace this tendency. Instead of looking at it as a lack of consistency, it is a willingness and passion to step deep into who I am and what I want to express.
I've been reflecting and having so many thoughts, so many ideas now that I am fairly confident I will be able to propose in May. It becomes more real every second.
it is interesting how long we hold on to ideas that don't suit us. who said being consistent is the "right" or "normal" thing to do?
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