I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. The 5:40 alarm had gone off, Stacia was ready to get out the door, but I just couldn’t bring myself to budge out of bed. I knew that this was our routine, and it was, in some ways, the foundation of what keeps me moving forward week to week. But this day, I couldn’t stick to it.
I believe in the power of habit and routine. It’s all about conserving your willpower to allow you to focus on what matters most to you. But on that day, for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to stay with it. I had committed to this schedule. I had been doing it for months, yet that morning something felt different.