“You need commitment to start something. But you need consistency to finish it.”
I have no idea who said this, but it makes a whole lot of sense to me. Especially today. You see, I started this blog exactly a week ago. Last Friday, I wrote the “About Me” post almost feverish with excitement about this new project. At that point, I had a ton of ideas flowing across my mind before I could even catch them. Bliss.
But just today I noticed, that I haven’t given it much thought over the past couple days. It just slipped my mind. Maybe because I’ve been so concerned about whether to go with the brown or the black shoes on Amazon. But that’s what happens, isn’t it?
For me, it’s just like the gym.
I start out pumped and ready to go. The first day is amazing. The second day is better so. The third day I tell myself it’s going great. But on the fourth day, some friends decide to go out. I go out, have a great time and come back satisfied. The gym slips my mind. Something else comes up the next day. And suddenly, it’s been a week since I last went to the gym. This is how most of my projects get cast aside. Consistency is an art I haven’t yet mastered but I mean to start working on it with this blog.
That being the case, this post is my version of dragging myself to the gym on a lazy day to do at least half of my usual workout. The goal here is to keep moving. Doing a little bit everyday. Especially, on the days when I don’t want to. We all hear the quote about working hard. But they don’t go on to say that some days are harder than others. And on those days, you need to look back and remind yourself of the reason you started.
So do me a favor. The next time you don’t feel like doing something that you should be doing, think of a reason. Think of one singular reason that stands out amid all the negativity. And if you can’t, borrow mine.
“Because I said I would.”
Failure comes to us everyday in different sizes. Right from failing to get up on time all the way to failing a course that nearly sets you a year back.
It’s a fascinating experience. I say this not to sound philosophical, but given what happened about an hour ago. I failed to pass my driving test. For the third time. Has someone ever said the words, “Third time’s the charm?”
The charm of the third try is greatly exaggerated. Do not believe it.
On the way back, I asked myself why I messed up? I practised driving smoothly almost every day. For context, I’m learning to drive stick. I always had problems starting on an inclined road. So I worked on that this past week. Made my inclined start silky smooth.
Went for the test. Got to an inclined road. Stopped for a sign. Shifted to first. Balanced it perfectly and started up the hill smoothly. I finally conquered that slope. In five more minutes, I’d be done.
After four minutes, a car parking took me down.
As waves of Middle Eastern heat and disappointment washed over me, I had an epiphany. I lost my focus. That was what went wrong. It was just like Ping Pong. Yeah, I said Ping Pong. Here’s how. Whenever I’m able to return a particularly tough shot from my opponent, I do a momentary victory dance inside. This makes me lose focus and at times, the game. That was exactly what happened. I’d say the lesson is, don’t lose sight of the end goal. No matter how many mini-hurdles you cross.
As I concluded that self-analysis stage, there was still that disappointment to deal with. That’s where Churchill comes in. He said, “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” I gladly took his advice, and I invite you to do the same. Failure comes everyday, but there’s still stuff that comes after. After a bad exam, there’s usually three more. Don’t let your future suffer the woes of your past. And that’s about as philosophical I get for the day.