I Broke The Chain

I’ve committed to completing a few habits every day. At the end of the day, I put an X on the line to show I’ve completed all my habits in full. Any time there is a new line of X’s, that means I didn’t complete all the habits.

I’ve been very proud of my streak recently. It’s difficult to maintain consistency in anything.

Yesterday, I did not complete my Wim Hof breathwork. I feel disappointed.

I had the opportunities to do it, but then came night time, all hell broke lose.

The little dude has officially entered the stage where he gets out of bed every 15 seconds. From 6 PM (his usual bed time) until 11 PM, was a constant back and forth battle of trying to get him to stay in bed.

I have no idea how to solve this. It was a systematic and methodic breakdown of my psyche. I was defeated by a 2 1/2 year old. Little dude - 1. Me - 0.

Nonetheless, I didn’t get my Wim Hof breathwork done.

I’m notoriously hard on myself. I feel bad about it because I had been going on such a great streak and although I couldn’t have predicted the little dude being a Demogorgon last last, there were opportunities in the day to do it.

But, my wife told me something last time I broke my streak which really stuck with me, and it’s making me feel better.

She said “The point of the habit is to become a better person, it’s not about doing the habit.”

She’s right. The last two months have been pretty transformative. The breathwork, the cold, the barefoot walks, the reading … it’s been great. It’s the least stressed and anxious I have felt in years. This means a lot because all things considered, this is the most responsibility I’ve had throughout my entire life.

I feel like I’m handling it with poise and efficiency, which is after all, the entire purpose of building the daily habits.

So all that matters is that I start back where I left off.

Onward.