#242

There are many privileges and blessings of being self-employed.

One of my curses is that on occasion, I tend to drift.

It happens through unconscious and rarely expressed permissions.

“One day won’t matter.”

“It’s not that bad, I can recover”

“It’s fine for now.”

“I’ll deal with it next week.”

Drift is subtle.

Which makes it dangerous.

I tend not to notice a 1% compromise.

But panic when I’m 30% off course.

It shows up everywhere:

My standards of nutrition soften.

My home/work boundaries blur.

My exercise and fitness routines decline.

Critical conversations stay on the ‘to do’ list.

Resentment compounds quietly.

Drift is rarely a dramatic collapse.

Just like ‘fish don’t see water’ it’s accumulated tolerance/blindness.

And identity adjusts accordingly.

I don’t wake up unfit.

I don’t wake up disconnected.

I don’t wake up disengaged.

I drift there.

So, here’s something I’ve been reflecting on:

> What have I normalised that would have concerned me a year ago?

> What standard have I quietly renegotiated?

> What discipline did I once defend that now feels optional?

And who benefits from my drift?

Comfort always does.

I don’t need a reinvention.

I need a 0.1 degree correction.

Today. Now.

The movement of drift works in both directions.

Am I drifting in the right direction intentionally?

How’s your drift?