You know what’s slightly terrifying? How fast January disappeared.
One minute you are setting intentions, feeling all fresh, writing things down like “this is the year.” Next minute you are looking up and it’s February.
And if you’re being honest, a bunch of the things you promised yourself on January 1 are already… blurry.
Not because you do not care. Not because you are not capable.
Life just took over. And comfort has a way of sneaking back in like it owns the place.
Let me go first.
One of my goals this year was to be more consistent with my own writing. And the reality is, I have not been.
I want to tell you I have some beautiful excuse for it, like I was doing “deep inner work” or “building something important.”
But honestly, it was more basic than that.
Some days I was busy.
Some days I was tired.
Some days I just did not feel like it.
Some days I told myself I would write later, and later became tomorrow, and tomorrow became next week.
And then there’s that subtle emotional cocktail that shows up when you notice you are slipping.
A little guilt. A little frustration. A little self-talk that sounds like: “Come on Sid, you literally teach this.”
If you know that feeling, you are not alone.
Here’s what I have learned about this moment.
Most of us do one of two things:
- we get self-critical, or
- we lose motivation and quietly lower the standard.
But there’s a third option that actually changes things.
You stop making it about you. And you start looking at the system.
Most of us think inconsistency is a motivation problem. It is rarely that. It is almost always a system problem.
