Consistency wins the game


Consistency is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.

Wait, isn’t that the definition of insanity?

Walk with me.

Everyone chases results. You can get fired from your job if you don’t get results. Your doctor shakes her head when she sees the results of your annual exam. You’re on thin ice with your spouse if they’re not happy with your contributions to the marriage.

But few people chase the actual work day in and day out.


  • Because consistent effort, regardless of the result, is hard.
  • It’s frustrating when there’s little to show for your time.
  • And it can get boring.

As modern westerners, we don’t like hard, frustrating or boring.

And consistency is an exercise in humility. We lose our minds over big wins. We golf clap incremental milestones. So we gravitate to those grandiose efforts.

But here’s the rub: In order to see change in your life, you have to get in a rhythm with the consistent work that will get you where you want to be.

There’s no other way.

  • Do the work no one may notice to thrive in your job.
  • Make the hard dietary changes to lower your cholesterol and keep your heart healthy.
  • Serve your spouse’s needs every day to keep your marriage alive.

It’s Monday. Show up and punch the bag.

A new perspective on Monday

Mondays can be a great opportunity to start over and get things right. Let’s get excited about Monday!

HEAR ME OUT: A new perspective on Monday


Monday Check Yourself: No one’s thinking about you


It’s not what people think about you, it’s what you think they think about you.

But here’s the thing. No one’s thinking about you. Not like you think.

You worry what people might say if you step out into the spotlight a bit.

You focus on making everything perfect so people will think how great you are and how you never seem to mess up. (oh my!)

You get worked up wondering how people might be plotting “evil strategery” against you in their spare time.

All eyes up front: No one but you is thinking about that right now.

How much are you thinking about other people in this very moment? Yep. You’re thinking about yourself.

And that’s okay. So is everyone else.

We’re all worried about doing a good job at work and managing everything on our precariously-balanced plates without freaking out on those we care about. And we’re trying to look cool while doing it all.

All of us.

Now, this doesn’t mean you should go about committing dastardly deeds because you think no one’s paying attention to you. Simmer down, Dr. Evil.

But stop wasting your time — your most valuable commodity — wondering what others think about you.

It’s Monday. Go be you.

What’s the worst that could happen?


I love Saturday mornings because I let myself feel okay about taking my foot off the gas for a bit.

No hair, makeup, or desperately-packed lunchboxes. Just me, my coffee (oh my gosh, lots of coffee!) and my thoughts for a couple of hours.

I don’t know about you but the older I get, the more I need little “coasting” breaks like this.

I use this time to reflect back on the week and try to glean some little nuggets.

What did I do well? Did I move anything forward even just a little? Did I help someone? Did I step outside my comfort zone in any way? I try to always give myself credit for something, even if it feels like I’m reaching.

I walk the fine line between finding the good in every week because it’s a healthy way to live, and knowing that I need to challenge myself to do better.

This week was a bit of a struggle, which I didn’t expect because I just came back from a relaxing vacation.

There were no particular failings, but I went toe-to-toe with an old nemesis: perfectionism.


The villain I thought I had battled and won over years ago has re-entered my story. In sneaky, small ways.

  • I didn’t publish any real content.
  • I went down rabbit trails and spent too much time on the wrong stuff.
  • I’m not making my practice a priority.
  • I always wonder if I’m making a difference with my clients.
  • I didn’t have exactly the billables I needed.
  • I still didn’t clean out that stupid linen closet.
  • I rolled my ankle at the gym on Tuesday and won’t get enough workouts in this week.


Oddly, I conquered perfection in the throes of my corporate experience. I worked eight years in a Fortune 100 company with high expectations for high performers. I woke up most days to at least 15 urgent outputs every day.

I didn’t have the luxury of perfection. Done had to be better than perfect.

So I mistakenly thought I was done with trying to be perfect.

Here’s what I know: Perfectionism is not a character flaw or narcissism.


It’s anxiety. It’s fear. It’s worry about the future.

If I don’t take care of every detail, something bad might happen.

And when I feel that way, one thing works. I play the “What’s the worst that could happen?” game.

I take every perceived shortcoming and walk it through to its bitter end.

I didn’t publish any real content to support my business, so I won’t get new leads online, which may affect how many new clients I get, which may dry up my revenue, which may mean that my business doesn’t make it, which may mean I have to close up shop and do something else.

Guess what? I can live with that. It may not be pleasant, but I can surely handle it. I’ve coped with a lot worse.

Most of what we fear might happen never does.

So I’ll push the reset button for next week and give it another go.

What’s the worst that could happen?