Actually, today it’s less about consistency than it is about routines and the need to change them up, and what can happen when you do deviate from your routine.
First, a preface: I was in the military for 20 years and the military values (to put it mildly) consistency and routine. That’s why the military constantly trains: so that when an emergency happens your response to it should be a routine, and thus the possibility of choking under pressure is lessened. In theory, a good idea. In practice, results vary.
Back on point: today we went on a different route for our walk, and we paid the price for our deviation. First off, I decided to change it up and I took Zoe’s dogs – two mini-schnauzers – and Zoe took my dogs, two chugs and a chihuahua. I wanted to give Zoe a break because her dogs are always tugging on their leash. I found out what she puts up with during the walks. Two 20-lb dogs can pack a pull! What made it more interesting was our change in route. We went by a lot of houses, and every damn house had at least two dogs in the yard. We may as well have been a marching band with all the noise, dogs continually barking the whole way. At least the dogs got more exercise on the walk. It was fun for all of us.
This is three days in a row, which matches my longest streak, and there’s no reason it shouldn’t be four days tomorrow and five days Monday. Consistency and routine. Did I ever actually leave the military?