Tonights title, staying disciplined while losing consistency seems like a paradox. Afterall, doing whats uncomfortable, but right, repetedly is the basis of discipline. And it’s true. If you’re not staying dedicated to whatever tasks you’ve set upon, you’re not disciplined. You may be making positive actions, but without consistency they fall short.
No, tonight I want to talk about losing consistency in your environment. Consistency in your schedule, and in your circles. In fact, losing consistency in everything you can’t control; and few things you can.
As mentioned this morning, my blog has become, and remains consistent as a diary. A day by day in the life of a long-term traveler. I really like the idea. One day, when I’m successful and featured on celebrity podcasts and talk shows, I’ll talk about my climb to this point. How I diaried everything I did, and people can see that the glam gets rubbed away. The lonely nights, set-backs and pitfalls. The sacrifices travellers make; and the pain in our heart as we’re always missing everybody.
This blog has served as an open letter reflection of my day. Many days have been defeats, and I wrote those defeats down and put them out. I wrote what I did wrong, what I did right, the things I wanted to achieve, and the places I wanted to see. When I felt like I had lost ties to my Lockdown self, I began looking up Youtube videos on how to regain self-discipline.
I felt so much pride when they spoke about self-disciplined people writing down what they had done during the day at night before bed. Without even realizing it, this blog kept me on the path of discipline.
What Did I Do Today
Well, I set an alarm for 7:30. And another one for 8:05. 8:45. And then I got a phone call “Hello Mr. Tyler Chase? This is the receptionist from the Dentists Office. The Dentist is running late but–” “O shit! Sorry. I didn’t get the day off of work. I can’t come in.” “But we had you schedule-” “I’m aware of that, but I didn’t even want to be scheduled in. Look I’m sorry but I’m not coming.” “Ok. I’ll waive your cancellation fee because the dentist is coming late… Normally we charge 40$ for last minute cance-” “Yea, yea. Are we done?” “Well let me resch-” Click.
I haven’t heard back from them. The receptionist is nice, but my saying is ‘Its easy to be nice when you’re trying to fuck someone.’ Minimal explanations, but overly pushy sales and appointment scheduling rubbed me so wrong. I sound like a huge Karen but I don’t trust them. And I’m the weird kid who loved going to the dentist. I’ve always had great repor with dentists. Liz is a perfect example.
Atleast the dentist drama is sorted. For now.
Would you believe me if I told you I was late for the bus? I was surprised. It felt like I was beginning to get a handle on the whole maturity thing. Turning up late for the bus knocked me down a peg. Its a reverse of staying disciplined while losing consistency. Missing the bus is very undisciplined, but I stay consistent with my trait of being late.
Then I got to the Office, did some scripting, and left to route with the team. I double knocked with my friend Kaelan. It’s not the most economical way to go about work, but man is it fun. We’ve become fast friends since Saturday. Who knew having drinks and hitting the bar together would be such an effective way to make friends?
It feels really nice to grow my social circle that much more. For so long I’ve thought it was money that I was missing. Socialization was the true missing piece.
I knocked many doors with kaelan, pitching, and watching her pitch. It’s my job to coach two teenagers who think it’s their job to coach me. The dynamic is hilarious, but it works.
I also care a lot less about having teenagers for coworkers now. I’ve decided things will be a lot better if I just stop caring about most things. These last two jobs have confirmed that I should be grateful to have employment.
Yea Aurora really fucked me over and wasted a ton of precious time, but I guess that’s the humbling low required to launch oneself into the next wave of ‘boundless’ success. After all, without the desperation and ‘fuck it’ attitude, I would have never applied to fundraise. Stacey and Kaelan are awesome influences in life. Callum and Guy are great friends as well. Hard to get a hold of, but great friends none the less. So there was that bonus from Aurora.
It just feels weird being the older friend. And by a significant portion. the four-year gap makes it feel like there’s a lifetime between us. Maybe I’m just finding areas to be self-conscious.
Well, I made a sale; did my due’s in training, and came home. I showed up and gave my best effort, staying late, and giving an unwavering effort. I came home and made a point of eating vegetables and doing my dishes. So you might be asking what this blog post has to do with staying disciplined while losing consistency. Well, my hours are frequently changing. This makes a solid schedule, and routine difficult. Not impossible.
I’m going to change up the vibe and direction of this blog. No longer unstructured ramblings about my day, yet remaining a journal of my day. Detailing my steps to success, and all the quirky adventures I find myself in (I promise to write about Saturday night tomorrow morning). Not only that; I’m really going to dive into tree-planting, backpacking, and other travel stories.
The consistency I’m losing is my stable place, as I’m moving in 10 days. First to Auckland, then to somewhere in Christchurch. Not sure where yet, but my time here is spent.
I have also decided to begin looking into writing development papers. I’m not sure whos looking. But I’ll be writing. I should also do those Serach Engine Optimization Articles I said I’d write a month ago…
So much writing to do… And my 9-5’s much more demanding than my last one. Then again, it’s snapping me into shape and forcing me to be a high-output individual. Its much better this way.
This has been my midnight ramblings of staying disciplined while losing consistency.