I’m there. That point when I can’t find the words to keep writing, and the drive starts to wane. What now? Not sure. 

It's scary but relatable. 

During my three years building up to the Ironman triathlon, there were so many weeks where I lost my motivation and consistency suffered. 

One day off led to another, and another. And before I knew it, a week or two would pass. 

An inevitable failure. (I was so hard on myself.)

I heard an interview on the Rich Roll podcast with a former Olympian (I can’t find her name, but I will). Leading up to the Olympics, she was having a crap day. Her trainer told her, “Don’t worry about it. Remember the rule of thirds.” 

“1/3 of your training will feel great! 1/3 will feel okay. 1/3 will feel like shit. If you always feel great, that’s not good. If you always feel like you do more or if you always feel like crap, it’s not good.” It’s a balance, and I can attest to that.

It got me thinking: maybe this applies to other areas of life. I often feel things are easy initially, and I expect them to stay that way. But it never does. 

Right now, consistency is hard. I’m struggling to commit to the work. I have writer's block (but certainly have plenty to say).

Writing to write is good, but it’s not my outcome. I aim to exercise the muscle to publish at least every other day. 

My masterpiece? Certainly not. My memoir? Probably not. My random thoughts? Definitely.

I do this for reps, practice, and habit formation. I do this to get better every day. I do this to build a habit of giving back. 

So, I will do it.