But consistency is not that easy.
When big blue eyes are looking up at you, begging and pleading with you to please, please, please, just this once forget the ‘Wii is for Weekends’ rule.
When the writing is hard and you know that you need to go on with it, but it takes so much EFFORT. And your mind is begging you to please, please, please, just this once forget the ‘write every day’ rule.
When you’re tired after attending a massive concert (thank you Bruce) on the weekend, and your body is pleading with you to please, please, please, just this once forget the ‘walk 10,000 steps a day’ rule.
When you’re making jam… actually, I don’t make jam, but you have to admit that consistency is a deal-breaker there.
When I was 17 and studying for my HSC, or not studying as was more the case, my parents begged and pleaded me to put a little consistent effort into my studies. In typical teenage style, I heard the ‘little effort’ and ignored the consistent.
But it turned out to be the most important bit. Effort is important, yes. Last-minute pushes can work wonders. But the drip, drip, drip of the little bit every day. Well, that can’t be beat.
Mr7 and I are currently working on a new rule in the house. It’s the ‘I will listen to Mummy’ rule. So far, our success has been hit and miss, but I’m working very hard at the consistent approach. So when he begs and pleads for me to let him have his screen privileges back, I gently and firmly say no. It’s hard. He’s only quiet when he’s playing Minecraft or Disney Infinity. So difficult sometimes not to give in, just for a moment’s peace. But I resist.
And I figure that if I can resist the big blue eyes, I can resist those voices whispering in my ear about the writing and the exercise.
Consistency. It’s my word of the week.
What’s your word of the week?