“…Same old.”
It’s a question and response I hear at least once a day.
And today while at the doctor’s office to get bloodwork done, I heard somebody say, “Same old…” at least seven times in a row.
…It was as if he was trying to think of something not same old to say, but kept coming up short.
In a weekly meeting with one of my associates, we usually have a similar exchange—and I’m usually the one that says “Same old.” He always gives me a pretty thorough life update when I give him the knee jerk, “…You?”
It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately.
…What do I want to add to my days that’ll give it that remarkable spark?
What do I want to plan into next week? Next month? Next year? …That’ll give my tomorrow self that noteworthy change from the daily norm?
…And not because there’s anything wrong with “same old”—if you love your “same old,” then no harm, no foul.
But because without the question… without the reflection and experimentation… without the inner work prompt… we might never lean outside of our comfort zone enough to uncover or realize something new that’s absolutely worth remarking about.