What is your consistency? Dry sense of humor, raw and blunt, crisp like a fresh carrot, or stringy like celery, tough like a leathery piece of steak? The possibilities with this metaphor are only limited by your vocabulary.
I like to think of myself as kinda saucy, a little sugar, a little spice, with a consistent flavor that’s all my own. I’m the same online as I am in person. Sassy and a flirt, a quick sense of humor that runs to the naughty side. Honesty adds to my consistency, though it sometimes can be overwhelming if you’re not used to it.
Behaviors can be consistent, even a habit, but not all of them are tasty. Keeping secrets can be bad for the digestion, causing a reflux of bad karma. Holding stuff in makes you sick if you don’t deal with it openly and honestly. You have to remember to take out the trash before it overtakes you.
Lately I’ve been struggling with consistent behaviors of my own. I’m getting to the gym, just not as often as I’d like. It takes at least 30 days to build a good habit and sustain it. That’s not a diet. That’s a lifestyle change, consistent and long-lasting. You have to trust yourself, know deep down that you are capable of maintaining that change.
There’s a lot to be said for trying new flavors, expanding your culinary bubble. And we all have different tastes. But the underlying tone should remain consistent. Be true to yourself, love yourself, know when to forgive yourself. It makes the bitter parts of life easier to swallow. Then the good stuff, the juicy sweet center, will be easy as pie.