I am consistently inconsistent. Somewhere, somehow I have believed the lie that consistency comes naturally, that you wake up one day and everything changes! You start doing everything that you are going to do for the rest of your life. I have painfully found that to be far from the truth. Consistency comes through continuous growth, modification of habits and intentionality. Can I just say how difficult all of the previous words are for me? They are! I’m slowly learning to not just accept challenging things, but rather embrace.  To embrace the soreness that comes from working-out every other day; the meltdowns that follow when I decide to be productive and efficient instead of relaxing and binging on Mad Men. It’s a constant choice, a constant intention. Consistency.

And yet, something crazy happens in the midst of the chaos and busy bee lives we lead when we are consistent: we become better, happier, calmer, efficient. Weird how all those things coexist, but they do. In my pursuit of consistency I have learned so much about myself: my habits and my longings, my pursuits and my hobbies. I want so much but do so little and consistency changes that. I want as much as I do and I do as much as I want. Consistency prevents me from burning out and keeps me motivated to be alive and present. And you know what else? Consistency is somehow related to inspiration! The more consistent I am, the more inspiration I find everywhere, especially outside of photography. I read, write, draw, sketch, watch… In other words, I’m not just entertained but rather interacting with entertainment: creative. It’s as if consistency helps me find who I have always been all along.