Some days I’ve got nothing. No mojo. No motivation. No get up and go.
Today is one of those days.
I can’t concentrate, am easily frustrated by four year old questions of ‘why’ and protestations of ‘but’, and if I had my way, I’d go back to bed and sleep away the day.
But of course … I don’t.
I sit at my desk and plug away. Just like I do every day.
And I am reminded that when you have big goals, it’s consistency that matters. Showing up Every. Single. Day. and doing some little thing that takes you a tiny bit closer to your big dream.
It’s coal-face stuff. Totally beige ‘one foot in front of the other’ stuff.
No magic bullets.
No secret sauce.
Is it weird that sometimes I find myself wishing consistency wasn’t so bloody effective?