Routine and The Hike to Glory

Good morning, let’s go.

I woke up to cleaning dog shit yesterday. I don’t know, what is going on with my dog, but no one wants to wake up at 3:30am to clean shit. This morning, I woke up to the same surprise… So, there are times in life when shit is just not going to go our way, literally.

I hate my routine getting interrupted. It throws my morning off. I have a choice, get upset about it, or just move on and get shit done. Getting upset is a natural response, fucking normal. It is also what kids do. They emotionally respond to a problem and ruin their own morning, day, moment. They let the problem dictate how they are going to be. They would be mad at the dog, they would be upset they had to clean it up, they would let themselves gag as they clean up shit for twenty minutes. That’s fucking right, it was in carpet. My dog is old, potty trained, and just had a couple of bad mornings. It doesn’t mean he is going to shit in the house every night, oh I hope not. Which means I have a couple of mornings my routine is thrown off. It doesn’t change tomorrow unless I let it.

I have strong enough morning habits and routines that this minor inconvenience won’t change shit. I just work around it and try to get everything done or modify what I do. Nothing is going to change.

The power of habits or a good routine comes when we know what we are going to do and stick to it for a long fucking time. It is a fucking commitment. If you wanted to go to the gym and get in shape, the commitment must come with a specific workout plan. Same thing goes with running. Shit, writing is best when you have a plan. Cooking dinner too. What matters is that you commit. You commit to the time and the plan. My current workout routine will keep me going until the end of October. Without it, I just flounder and don’t workout.

The journey of life will have routines. It is not this long fucking hike to Mordor. It is the daily commitment to getting better. It is the Rocky montage in real time. It is the days, weeks, and months of getting better. It is not the story of Harry Potter being good at Quidich but him learning magic for fucking years to fight a Dark Lord he had no business beating. The same goes for your routine. For most of us that is the journey. It is a boring path and that is why people drop off. A long fucking hike of becoming.

The thing is, once you start to get close people envy you and don’t see the commitment and years it took to be as good as you are and they don’t see the vision of how much better you can be. They lived in the valley of mundaneness and you have climbed mountains of glory and know there are higher peaks.

All that from dog shit.

I gotta go. Keep up the good work.

Later Gator 🐊
Nino

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