Cult of Consistency
This morning kicked off with the familiar blare of my alarm clock and the promise of a new day. Bleary-eyed but determined, I got up and started my routine—except my loyal dog had other plans. I opened the door, leash in hand, ready for our usual morning stroll. He opened one eye, sighed, and gave me the universal dog look for “absolutely not.” Of course, just as I was about to leave? Boom—suddenly he had to go out. Timing, my guy. Timing. On my drive to work, Living Colour’s “Cult of Personality” came on the radio, and it hit me just right. There’s something about that riff that makes you feel like you’re walking into a showdown—or at least strutting into the grocery store like it’s a WWE entrance. I turned it up, leaned into the vibe, and powered into the day. Work was nonstop—crazy busy in that “is it a full moon?” kind of way. But I got through it, one task at a time, keeping my bigger goals in mind. After clocking out, it was gym time. My sanctuary. I had a few solid convos, g...