Consistent and Habitual

Two words that can fix almost anything (sorry—not Cookies and Hotdogs).

Today, we zero in on consistency and habituality. Yes, that last one’s a real word. Probably. If not, well—I’m declaring it one myself. Your move, Merriam-Webster.

I have a friend. I know, shocking. I actually have several friends, believe it or not. I even have the group texts to prove it. And yes, most of them are memes and conspiracy theories about squirrels. But today, I am picking on one particular friend. Why? Because he is the living, breathing embodiment of both consistency and habituality. Not in an annoying “look at me meditate on Instagram” way, but in a way that makes the rest of us mere mortals feel equal parts impressed and convicted.

This guy doesn’t just practice consistency. He preaches it. Repeatedly. Loudly. Endlessly. It’s like having a motivational speaker trapped in a Marine’s body, powered by black coffee and righteous indignation. And guess what? It works. For him. For me. For a multitude of others who have hopped on his bandwagon and held on for dear life.

And those who don’t get it? Well. They just don’t get it. They’re still stumbling around wondering why their gym shoes still have tags on them and their plants keep dying.

Allow me to outline this particular friend’s résumé. Husband. Father. Son. Marine. Leader. Businessman. And annoyingly good at all of them. Why? Because he is habitually consistent and consistently habitual. It’s like he cracked the code while the rest of us are still stuck on page one of the manual.

And then there’s his Bully Pulpit. Yes, he has one. From that lofty perch, he implores the rest of us to follow suit. Be loyal. Be trustworthy. Be empathetic. Exercise. Eat clean. Journal. Meditate. Be authentic. Be consistent. Be habitual. Preferably like he does—all before breakfast.

Damn, he asks a lot. I need a nap just reading his morning routine.

But are you ready for the mic-drop? It works. It really does.

Can it work for you? You bet your sweet, inconsistent, habit-deficient ass it can. But you’ve got to start somewhere. And you’ve got to be—wait for it—Consistent and Habitual. I know, not as fun as Cookies and Hotdogs, but a hell of a lot better for you.

Mastering consistency? That’s part of living with The Condition—on purpose.
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