The Noise and The Signal: Why Some Weeks Are Hellish

Blogging makes my failures acute to anyone reading this. Thus, when I make a claim like the following, I feel strongly about getting it done.

Some specifics:

“I intend to blog daily for the entire year” (on track, despite WordPress resetting at midnight)

“I started my masters in November 2024. I plan on being done by April 2025, while working full-time.”

“I’m anticipating getting my rough draft of the book on Men Needing Friends done by New Year.”

“I’m avoiding sugar for the time being, with the goal of moving towards a keto diet”

I started a new job last week. I do pushups almost every night

I’ve been running more intensely than I have ever really done before in my life. Occasionally I’m taking cold showers, and my sleep is trending downwards.

I write this stuff not to complain, because I know that it’s going to pay off when I’ve completed my masters, written my book, marketed it, and ran a half marathon.

Part of irregularly strong performance involves doing what others are unwilling to do.

My willpower is strong not merely because I’m a driven motivated person, but because I prioritize it at the expense of other parts of my life, I publicly commit to things, and I work like hell to ensure they’re done.

Let’s say I don’t progress much on my book in the next week. I’ll lock myself in a room over the weekend to ensure that I hit the goal I’m looking to do.