When Consistency Feels Like a Cage: A Love Letter to the Inconsistent Ones

“You don’t need to do it the same way every day to be devoted. Devotion isn’t about rigidity… it’s about return.”

Let’s get this out of the way, honey: I’m not consistent.

There, I said it.

I don’t wake up at the same time every day.

I don’t always post when the algorithm says I should.

I journal… until I don’t.

I light the candle, pull the cards, and flow with intention—until I find myself eating cold pizza on the couch wondering why I ever thought I was a morning person.

And you know what? That doesn’t make me a failure. It makes me human.

The Cult of Consistency

The world is obsessed with consistency.

“Show up the same way every day.”

“Discipline over everything.”

“Success loves structure.”

Blah. Blah. Burnout.

We’re told if we just keep doing the same thing in the same way, eventually it’ll all click.

But here’s the sacred rebellion: You don’t have to be consistent to be committed.

Read that again.

There’s a Difference Between Rhythm and Rigidity

Life has seasons. So do you.

Your body, your creativity, your energy, your emotions—they’re not machines. They move in cycles.

Some days you’re a wildfire. Some days you’re a whisper.

Being consistent in a patriarchal, hustle-obsessed way? That’s not holy. That’s exhausting.

But devotion? That’s divine.

Devotion looks like:

• Coming back to your path, even after you wandered.

• Recommitting to your joy, even when you’ve ghosted it for weeks.

• Loving yourself enough to flow with your energy instead of forcing it into someone else’s schedule.

What if Your Inconsistency is Sacred?

What if your inconsistency isn’t a flaw… but a form of deep self-honoring?

What if the reason you’ve never been consistent with that planner or diet or content calendar is because your soul is crying out for something wilder… something more you?

What if your natural rhythms are your spiritual superpower?

Let’s Redefine What It Means to “Show Up”

Show up tender. Show up messy. Show up creatively.

Show up when you can, how you can, as you are.

And when you don’t?

When life happens?

When your body says no?

When you fall off the wagon and forget what the wagon even looked like?

You’re still worthy.

You’re still a Life Artist.

You’re still on the path.

You don’t owe the world perfection.

You owe yourself grace.

The Practice of Returning

Here’s your new mantra:

“I return.”

That’s it.

No shame. No guilt. No need to prove your devotion with rigid daily checkboxes.

Just the simple, sacred art of returning.

To yourself.

To your breath.

To your messy magic.

To your wild-ass dreams.

Whether it’s been one hour or one year since you last “showed up” in the way you wanted to…

The return is the ritual.

And that, beautiful soul, is more powerful than any streak of perfectly color-coded consistency.

So here’s your permission slip:

Let go of the pressure to be consistent.

Be devoted instead.

Be real instead.

Be cyclical, intuitive, wild, and honest.

Come back when you’re ready.

And if today’s the day you return?

Welcome home.