Hey,
I used to hate it. The same old, the all-too-familiar drag of routine. It used to feel so default, so mundane in its existence and persistence.
Now it feels like a struggle to ever find it.
Consistency used to feel like a constriction. Iād wriggle away from it and get into something else for a time, start wriggling again, and repeat.
Now, a lack of consistency (as Iāve interpreted it) feels like it might be the root cause of a lot of my anxiety issues in recent months. No stable base, moving around the country (and continent), changes in my work, family, and friends.
I got into great running form in the first two thirds of the yearāwas consistent, enjoying it, and on for a ~55:00 10k. In fact, it was one of the only things that felt consistent to me. Then I got ill, got anxious, got COVID, got more anxious, got medicated, got side-effected sideways. Didn't really run for about three months.
Now, at the turn of the year and the incremental elongation of the daysā¦ it might be changing?
Iāve run twice this week. We had an offer accepted on a house last week. Iām rediscovering some old hobbies and interests. I feel a bit more connected and rooted in place (I refuse to even ironically scoff about living back at my parentsā house for the time being ā itās great, I love them, and I am happy here).
This change, this shift back to some sense of consistency, has come from hard reps of saying ānoā to thingsāsocial events, travel, ideas. Iāve always been terrible at it. Even with the lowest stakes, I still struggle to say that I want something contrary to another person. I just default to stammering and saying an uncertain yes, then ruing it or getting anxious or feeling unwell. I've started saying no and started finding more of myself. Itās awkward as hell and uncomfortable in lots of ways, but itās got to be worth it. What else is there, if not?
Iāve not been well. Now, a bunch of things Iāve chosen to doāand to say no toāare (possibly, just maybe) starting to pay off. Thereās a long way to go yet, thereās a lot more to learn, but for the first time in three+ months, I feel a little hopeful.
Need a little help moving slower?
Ease your way out of Friday afternoon with this newsletter, a nice cup of something, and a little background music. Steal my setup if you aren't sure where to start.
After I press send, Iām just about finishing off the bag from Forty-Five Coffee House in Falmouth that I mentioned before Christmas. Itās in my Dadās clunky automatic bean-to-cup machine, which has its flaws and perks in equal measure. Still tasting good, still no good as a recommendation as they donāt sell online. Go out and support the smallest roaster you can find, I guess.
Before you head out the doorāand remember to take a scarf, itās biting out thereātune into Henry Hallās See the Sun for 3:24. Iāve been listening to this again recently as itās been a recurring earworm for nearly 10 years now. Itās a bit camp (think The Darkness), a bit dissonant (high-pitch harmonised chorus vs. surprisingly gutsy drums and reverb-blasted guitars), and a bit classic rock (serious solo licks and a couple of swirling āwoosā). Basically, loads of fun and a brightener for any January day.
Take it easy,