Consistency wins. It's a bitter pill to swallow.
I've had long stretches of adrenaline-fueled highs and crashes. Procrastination turns to guilt and shame, which perks up to a manic rush to start and finish something, which putters out to underwhelming indifference to finishing the thing I had begged and bullied myself to start.
Wah wah. That's just how it's been. It's what I know about myself. Maybe I have bad habits. Or it's a mix of bad habits and ADHD, I don't know. I don't mean for this to be a sad post. It's just the way it's been.
Here's an encouraging clue. I took a look at last week. Each day had something to it -- either a planned event or an unexpected surprise that made me feel lucky and good. I'm bumping up against reminders to stay on a course to work towards something. I feel like I'm encountering a trickle of fortune for chipping away at patience, curiosity and consistency.