Consistency
"Consistency". Another big word that people throw around. What is it?
We call "consistency" a "good" trait. There is a positive connotation to it when we hear the word. We put value on it and praise it. Being consistent is sometimes boring. I don't want to keep doing the same thing over and over again. Being consistent is also surprising. Sometimes I look back at my own writing and gasp at its existence: Did I write that? Was that me?
I was almost never a consistent person. I never understood why people would want to keep something alive and going to keep it alive and going. Streaks. Habits. Combos. The means are its goals. The act of being consistent is its result.
Yet, I want it. Why do I ever want something I have never experienced? Because too many people talk about it. They talk about how nice it feels in the moment to create in flow. They talk about how habits allowed them to create more.
And I tried. I tried writing more. Here is my thoughts on consistency.
I don't particularly like it, I don't particularly dislike it. Most of the time, it does not come to my mind. There is not a value judgement like I had before. Do I still want consistency in my life? Sure. Do I want it out of my life sometime in the future? Sure.
I could keep writing. But I also don't have to. There is no reason to keep driving a car on the road when you have a full tank of gas. You could slam on the breaks anytime. Some may ask why would you? But why wouldn't you?
I don't understand consistency yet. I don't even know if I am consistent in the things I am working on. Faces begin to look weird if you start staring at it for too long. Sentences lose its meaning, and things become complicated.