Two things occurred to me as I dropped my kids off at school the other day. Two small, seemingly inconsequential things. Blink of an eye type stuff.
The first was hitting upon a quote that I found while scrolling down on my Twitter feed. It was something about committing to a daily writing routine. I get lots of writerly quotes in my timeline. This was one I had probably read several times before. Yeah, I get it – find a time to write and just do it. Gotcha.
The other thing that happened was when I was done dropping off the boys -I saw one of the mothers in her running gear, about to embark on a run.
That’s it. Dull as dishwasher water stuff. No fireworks there. Duds.
But then it hit me – both these things were very well connected, and came to remind me of something bigger. You see, I had spoken to that mother a few months ago, when I was really starting to get into my running. I noticed that she was often dressed in her outfit ready to head out, so I figured she knew a little something about the running game. And she shared her story with me one day – she initially took up running to lose the weight from her pregnancy, and then just fell into it for good. She runs 5K every day, except for Saturday, which is 20K. So she clocks 50K a week. Every week. Every. Single. Week. Rain or shine, meteors or zombies, Spanish Flu or Godzilla attacks. Every week she cranks out those kilometers, like a boss. A champ.
And as for the writing quote – well, yeah, I have heard that nugget of advice doled out by countless authors. Lately I have come to see that I am not a daily writer. I should be. My excuses spill out of me like diesel from a pump – I’m too busy, my work schedule is a mess, the kids always need attention, I have so much to do around the house, etc. But hey, I certainly find time to play around on the interweb and watch bad 80’s music videos (which is a special good type of bad, if you catch my synth-laden, hand-clapping, hair-crimping drift).
So where is all this leading up to?
One word: consistency.
Consistency was never my forté. Except for drinking and not being consistent. I was consistent in those things. Being an active alcoholic and inconsistency go hand in hand. I was inconsistent in my lies, my truths, my work habits, my appointment making, my finances, my parenting, my hygiene, my moods, my temperament, my sleep, my eating habits, my judgement and many other things. I had nothing even and level other than my need for alcohol. My selfishness. My need to be right all the time. Inconsistency is part of an alcoholic’s life. We cannot expect to lie, cheat, steal, drink, get drunk and live a life that is even-keeled and routine. Our routine was lack of routine, for many of us.
(I understand that for those who functioned perhaps a little bit better than most while still drinking, may argue this point – that you were always on time for work, that you were where you said you would be, showered regularly, etc. I put it to you that deep inside, there were many inconsistent thoughts and feeling tugging away at one another. I put it to you that at some point, that shiny “functioning” veneer eventually would have broken down and the slide downward would have grown grimmer.)
When I was at treatment, they had us on a daily routine. We had to wake up by a certain time. Shave. Shower. Make the bed. Fold your clothes. Order breakfast. Set the table. Eat. Do chores. Read. Go to class. And so on. Every single day. It was their way or the highway. What this did was two-fold – to instill a sense of routine and consistency in our lives, where there was only chaos. And to give us a sense of self-care and self-love. That was it. For many, bathing and vacuuming was something rarely seen. Having to shave meant looking at yourself in the mirror, and for many of us, we shunned looking at ourselves because it reminded us about how much of a piece of crap we were.
And that’s how others experienced us as well – unsure, unknowing, grasping onto the hope that we would start to turn things around and become some sort of normal. You know, there are some folks at my work who struggle to get into work at their scheduled time. The reasons are varied – sick family, missed the bus, not feeling well, forgot to check their shift, etc. These folks are the ones I think about when I go into work. Will they show up? And if so, what time? Should I be making alternate plans? Do I need to talk to them – again? And this is just one tiny thing. I can’t imagine what the spouses and loved ones of us knuckleheads who were in full blooming alcoholism went through. I am sure my wife would wonder if I got fired that day, or if our son was fed, or would I turn up at that birthday party as promised (again). Or if I was dead. Having that inconsistency in their alcoholic loved one’s life led to major inconsistency in theirs. We turned their lives upside down.
And we say that we’re not hurting anyone else but ourselves when we drink. Really?
So coming into this new found sobriety, I found myself getting consistent, and finding myself with capital gains from all that investing of time and effort. I hit meetings, I started doing the work, I went to after care, I went to therapy, I did readings and meditations – all regularly. Huh? For a slug like me who only drank regularly (shall we define “regularly” when it comes to alcoholic drinking? ha ha), having this scheduled self-love and self-respect was way out of line. You might as well have asked me to speak Korean and fly backwards. But then again, I didn’t want to drink and die, so I would have done whatever it took. And I did.
Consistency in my recovery and doing what was needed gave me a shot of self-esteem. It gave me hope. It gave me the outlook of someone who was on the mend, not going around the bend. It charted a new course of contentment and steered me away from the craggy shores of self-loathing, laziness and settling for second best. It brought me value in putting in the effort and reaping the rewards of it. It reminded me of how I used to practice my band instrument in high school – day in, day out. I dedicated myself to it. I did it when I didn’t feel like doing it. And it brought me to a place where I felt good about myself, about my performance, about my place on this dirt road life.
Consistency in my day-to-day life now is a blessing. My wife knows that when I say I am going to be somewhere, I am going to be there…at the time I said I would be. I am consistent in my feelings and attitude. I am not pulling an emotional “Where’s Waldo?” like I used to. I am consistent in being present. I am consistent in getting to work on time, in performing to and above expectations. I am consistent in being aware of others and respecting them. I am probably consistent enough to be borderline dull. But I’ll take that any day over the wreckage of ol’ Hurricane Paul.
If you’re a parent, you’ll know that all parenting books preach a few vital keys in how we raise our children. And one of those things is, you guessed it, consistency. Being uniform and constant in our dealings with the wee ones gives them a soft place to land. It gives them direction and order. It gives them a safe space, and knowing that we will follow through with what we say – whether it be reward or discipline. And those are the things I never really offered in any way, to anyone. Not even myself.
There was a blogger (I can’t remember who – my apologies) who talked about parenting ourselves (was it Karen? Kristen? Anyone else that starts with the letter K? Oh wait, I think it was Amy. I’ll figure this out.) And that comes to mind now as I think about how being undeviating and steady in my own life allows my wounded self to find that safe place. It allows me to foster a light of gentleness to myself and consideration for growth.
The great thing about being consistent is that it also helps me overcome my fear of commitment. Now that’s a topic for an entire post (or book!), but suffice to say committing wasn’t something I was fond of (unless committing a crime, or committing to another drunken Charlie Sheen kind of day). My fears of committing to any sort of routine fed my self-loathing. Who was I to commit to something that would improve my life, or my feeling of self-worth? What if I failed spectacularly? Tell Dr. Phil to cram it with walnuts too, while you’re at it.
So being consistent also means I am putting a healthy sense of being into my being and doing. I am taking action. I am telling myself and others that I am going to do as I do, not as I say I do. There’s a cosmic payoff in this. A jackpot that springs forth shiny coins from within. Being part of a community, being accountable, being responsible, being presentable…all these things to a productive, serene and comfortable Paul. Not a Neurotic Ned with jars of urine underneath the bed and a weathered copy of “How to Build the Perfect Atomic Bomb Shelter in 30 Days”.
For others, my consistency means they know what they’re getting with me. I have boundaries, I have an even temperament (for the most part!), I have an active sense of empathy and humour, I am approachable and I am dependable (for the most part!). They don’t feel they are juggling vials of nitroglycerin, TNT and tiki torches. It’s like going to Starbucks or McDonald’s- you know what you’re coming for and you know what it’s going to be like. Always the same. And that’s what I try to aim for. Without boring the bejesus out of you.
I am always consistent? Hells nah. No way. I am inconsistent with a lot of things still – my meeting attendance, some of my step work, my meditation, my punctuality, my emotional engagement with others, my eating habits, my writing…and then some. But it’s a Goliath’s (or maybe David’s?) stone’s toss better than I was before, where I was rightly filed under “Impressively Destructive Hot Mess – Male”.
These days, you’ll find me filed under “Work in Progress”. Hopefully I’ll stay consistent in that.
* The post title comes from an Oscar Wilde quote. Wilde, quite cheekily, was poking fun at those who would rather declare themselves “imaginative” rather than putting forth the effort of being consistent.
Consistency is a huge issue for me right now and you are right, there is a definite tie to that and recovery/relapse. Perfect timing as always, my friend.
Yup…love this. My treatment was similar in that in made me want to emotionally vomit the excessive consistency. Seriously, it was just as traumatizing as stopping the drink and drugs. I loathed every second. Of course, I could see the meaning behind it but didn’t enjoy it…one teensy bit. It makes me think of where I try to overdo my consistency so as to make up for other areas where I am lacking it. Like, I am never late for anything…ever. Like never ever! I try to arrive early. I think that is to deter people from the fact that I can’t figure out how to organize a single corner in my house. My spacial skills are pathetic. I am, however, a very excellent time organizer. I pride myself in making sure my whole family gets everywhere they need to be ON TIME. Again…you have made me realize my rogue wave patterns elsewhere. Hmmmm…my over thinking brain is going to be all over this.
Also, I would like to let you know I will now be referring to myself as and “emotional Where’s Waldo” because that is pretty hysterical! I also need to point out that I, too, am consistent enough to be borderline dull. I seriously can’t stop laughing at that and will be quoting you on my facebook page because I feel like people around me will be afraid to “like” it but will be secretly thinking “holy crap, that is totally true about her.” I guess the good thing is that I’m oddly comfortable with it and chuckling at myself! Thanks for the insight…and laughs.
You know you actually are consistent in your writing. Your just most generous in it than most of us. You write countless encouraging comments on other people’s blogs. That counts. Really, that counts more.
The paragraph that begins, “I’m sure my wife would wonder…” That hurts. Whenever I read something like that I feel a wrenching, sickening pain at the bottom of my chest.
Not consistent in your writing??? Wut??? Before you took your little break you consistently put out a good post, weekly. After your break you have been right back at it consistently. Remember BALANCE, don’t think that because ya ain’t pumping out a novel a week that you are slacking off. You are doing better than other folks who shall remain nameless (hint: the name begins with a j and ends in a 1).
You must be a mind reader! Was just thinking today, making my lists and lamenting to my husband about not being able to get any kind of regular, consistent work/run/write/garden schedule going. I NEED a schedule or I flounder like a fish and wallow in unproductivity. What you reminded me about was the need to be self-compassionate (we talked earlier about this, didn’t we?), meditation and empathy. You said so many valuable things, but your last paragraph was my favorite:
“I am always consistent? Hells nah. No way. I am inconsistent with a lot of things still – my meeting attendance, some of my step work, my meditation, my punctuality, my emotional engagement with others, my eating habits, my writing…and then some. But it’s a Goliath’s (or maybe David’s?) stone’s toss better than I was before, where I was rightly filed under “Impressively Destructive Hot Mess – Male”.
These days, you’ll find me filed under “Work in Progress”. Hopefully I’ll stay consistent in that. ”
None of us are perfect, but it’s a comfort to find the folks making a gallant effort.
As always, love your insight Paul.
Hi Paul, I hope you are doing well!!! It is so nice to read a post from you!! I just have to say that I have missed your wonderful comments. Thank you for doing what you do!!! I started a new blog, Finding Bliss. I’m trying to shift to a positive, happiness seeking focus.
Sending you tons of well wishes!! – Heather 🙂
really good paul….
thanks for this.
i prefer consistency too, all the while hoping my imagination hasn’t disappeared.
willing to risk boredom, eh? braveheart!
Hey Paul
Writing is like being an active alcoholic. Its not that you wanna write, You HAVE to write. All the great authors (like me) write for themselves. Others however may edit for someone else.
Running 50k a week? Not unless you are delivering a note for pharaoh or got an orthopedist in the family, There is consistency and there is anal retention. You dont seem like the puckered up type to me. If you want real exercise, do 45 minutes with your lady love at least once a day. She’ll thank you. Your knees will thank you and nothing compares to being rocketed to the 4th dimension of love with the woman of your dreams.
Consistency somehow reminds me of of one of my greatest all time friends that helped me get sober. I ran into him at a meeting a couple of years ago. He was bumming cigs and pocket change. I hadn’t seen him in years. We got to talking and reminiscing. He hadn’t been sober in 28 years and had spent some 18years of it in and out of prison. Thats consistency. He told me that the 2 1/2 years he was sober was the happiest time in all his life. Life on life’s terms can be a bitch, even in sobriety. No guarantees Pauly. But for the grace of God, its one day at a time. We are the lucky one day at a timers. The fact that we (can) go from being the dog shit of the earth to living life on life’s terms makes me grateful as all fuck. Even if it is only for today.
BRAVO! Standing ovation. Paul, this was the best post you’ve written to date, IMO.
I got tickled when I read this:
Oh how I hated practicing scales. Talk about boring. 😉 I played the clarinet from 6th through 12th grade. But you are right — the more I practiced — the more consistent I was at practicing and the better I got at playing the clarinet — which moved me up to 1st Chair status.
This is a 1st Chair post. Paul, you Rock!
This is so helpful! Especially the relationship between consistency and fear of commitment. I’ll explore these issues for myself a little more. Beautifully written.
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My dear friend-in-blogging, Paul,
You’ve come so far that from here on out it’s time to enjoy the ride. Being consistently sober is enough! Never mind running to the ends of the earth or writing on a daily basis.
You are perfect as you are right now and only getting better.
Peace and serenity,
Fern
The only thing consistent in my life is inconsistency! And this gives rise to another of those fears which have been haunting me lately. In leaving work to go back to school, I am going to have to buckle down in a lot of the areas that I’ve been letting fly a little too loose lately, especially when it comes to finances. And Dave Ramsey can tell you, the first thing you need to get your finances in order is consistency in life. So, yeah, there’s that. :p As far as emotional and spiritual consistency – I’m doing pretty well. My little inner addict loves to act out in so many other areas of my life, though, that have put me off track in more areas than I care to admit. Thank you for the reminder that consistency is about taking care of ourselves and providing us security through routine. Very nice post. Now let’s try applying it to my life…
I remember when you commented on a post I wrote about meditation and how I was struggling with traditional practice. You gently suggested other things can be meditative, such as running or writing. Likewise, I struggle with consistency, and my answer has been flexibility. I do write daily in one form or another, but lately it’s been journaling. I run consistently, but not daily because rest days are just as important to me. This all ebbs and flows, but I feel consistent recovery. We are consistently sober, which is key. Thanks for this post. It has stayed on my mind and really got me thinking.
One thing I learned in my recovery is how ununique I am. All the weaknesses and lack of disciplines I thought were all mine? Seems as though a lot of drunks and even normal people have them. So do writers.
In her book, “bird by bird”, Anne Lamott writes, “People tend to look at successful writers, writers who are getting their books published, and maybe even doing well financially, and think that they sit down at their desks every morning feeling like a million dollars, feeling great about who they are and how much talent they have and what a great story they have to tell; that they take a few deep breaths, push back their sleeves, roll their necks a few times to get all the cricks out, and dive in, typing fully formed passages as fast as a court reporter. But this is just the fantasy of the uninitiated. I know some very great writers, writers you love who write beautifully and have made a great deal of money, and not one of them sits down routinely feeling wildly enthusiastic and confident. Not one of them writes elegant first drafts. All right, one of them does, but we do not like her very much. We do not think she has a rich inner life or that God likes her or can even stand her.
Obviously, I spend more time reading books about writing than I do writing. lol I do one thing routinely almost every day though. In the book the Artists Way, the author says to get up every morning and write three pages of random thoughts. Pen to paper, no thinking just random thought. I have gotten about 800 pages of a what I think is a pretty good story this way. The hard part is putting it down in an orderly manner and finding that fine line between putting down too much and editing too much.
Happy writing Friend! Glue to the seat of our pants is what they say we need.
I’ve always been interested. However, I find myself reading more blogs today than ever and I’m getting mad at my disease again. I’m hoping it’s an inspiration from God, to do something about it. Starting now, I will research and write and do what ever I can, to educate parents as well as children about addiction.
I’m retired, on disability and have nothing but time. People like you, inspire me to move forward and not be comfortable in my sobriety.
Thank you Paul
Blessings
Art
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We’ve all been guilty of being inconsistent in doing the needful at one time or the other.What’s important is to realise our inconsistences and strive become consistent in doing the needful in order to attain our maximum potentials.
Heyyyyy Paul. I see you have your humor (especially in the pics) on full blast in this one. You are such a funny guy. I really appreciate your humor, and the depth of your writing.
That said, let me comment on this one. I SO NEED ROUTINE! Did I get my point across (hehehe). If I don’t have routine, I lose control. My diet goes out the window, I don’t know what to do. Really. It’s awful. I strive on routine. And when I don’t have it, I get anxious, upset, frazzled, and try to do a whole bunch of stuff, other than maybe what I should be doing.
I have something to say about the ‘skinny’ pic. Isn’t it funny how the times change and cultural expectations of beauty. This woman is skinny, I think. But she didn’t want to be skinny. She wanted meat on her bones and the men liked that. Hmmmmm… What the heck happened?
Blessings Paul.
🙂
How did I miss this post? Oh yeah, not consistently getting my alone time to read blogs lately, which is vital to my self care. It wasn’t me who talked about parenting ourselves but I could use consistency in that too! I struggle with healthy consistency versus inflexible routine making. Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell the difference!
Fantastic stuff, as per usual my friend. Coincidentally (or not, if you’re the sort who doesn’t believe in coincidence), I just wrote out a list of things I would like to do every day. I do most of them every day, but I find that sometimes they just slip my mind. I wrote them on the bottom of my little whiteboard in my kitchen. The top has my gratitude list on it. Hopefully this will help with my consistency 🙂
You mention boredom and predictability as sort-of synonymous with consistency, or close relatives anyway. I used to feel that way too. I would whine and say that the only way to really grow was to be uncomfortable, and how could you be uncomfortable if you lived in routine. Keep in mind this was when I partied every weekend. I think you’re right: aversion to consistency is leftover from boozing.
On an unrelated note, crimped hair is not just an ’80s phenomenon. I rocked that all the way up to 2010 I think, until my crimper (from the ’80s) finally died. Love that look! And next time you’re watching a synthed-out ’80s youtube video, tweet it at me. I could use the distraction 😉
You are certainly whistling my tune in this post, Paul! I remember, in early sobriety, when I realized I had gotten in the habit of changing my sheets on the same day each week (instead of thinking, hmmm, when was the last time I changed the sheets?), and I was as proud of myself as if I had just received a degree.
For changing sheets on a regular basis. Geez.
But there are many who will understand my pride in this, and in coming down the stairs each morning and taking my vitamins, every single day. Or in arranging the kids breakfast dishes the night before. Consistency brings me such joy these days, and who would have thunk it!
Thanks for reminding me of something else to be grateful for this fine evening, Paul?
And, ps… isn’t your soberversary coming up? And the half marathon? If I haven’t missed it… GOOD LUCK! Can’t wait to read about it!