It’s been a while since I’ve posted on here.
Work has consumed most of my days, and by night—and on weekends—I’m just trying to recover.
There’s been very little space for creativity, for emotionally puking onto these pages like I used to.
But here’s what I’ve realised: life is always going to be busy.
There will always be a reason not to post.
Maybe it’s the fact that no one reads this.
Maybe I feel like I’m wasting my time.
Maybe I think my writing is shit.
Whatever the reason, I still showed up.
And I want to get consistent at showing up.
At the start of this year, I made a decision to show up to the gym no matter what—and it’s been a game changer. Not just for my physical health, but for how I think about consistency and progress.
I made a rule: I have a dedicated time, and I know exactly which days I go.
And sure, work made it hard sometimes. There were days I had to make a choice—my health or my job. And I chose my health. I figured out the work stuff later.
Because the gym had to be non-negotiable. It’s one of those things that slips the moment you stop treating it like it matters.
Work, on the other hand—I’m still figuring out how to create a routine that I can stay on top of without losing my grip.
And yeah, sometimes the gym meant skipping certain work meetings.
Anyway, what I’m really trying to say—probably to myself more than anyone—is that I need to get over this perfectionist mindset.
Just like with the gym, the circumstances were never perfect.
I was rushing back to work, half-assing my workouts, getting annoyed because someone was using the machine I wanted… blah blah blah.
But I still showed up. No excuses.
And I need to treat blogging, filming, editing—any creative endeavour—the same way.
Where the bar is set low.
Where the only thing that matters is that I had the strength and bravery to show up.
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