“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
We all get lazy from time to time. I know I’m guilty of more than my fair share of laziness.
With that being said, I’ve been striving to stop myself from being lazy.
Well, maybe not completely, I still have bouts of being glued to the sofa, with no energy or incentive to do anything. But at least I’ve been striving to stop myself from being lazy when it counts.
Ironically, I’ve recently realized that every moment counts.
Every moment is important, as is everything we do. Everything.
I started to grasp the enormity of this idea this summer, while working as a ranger in a national park in the north-east of Iceland.
Now, the job of a ranger is interesting, fulfilling, and varied in many ways, but there are also plenty of chores. Plenty of work that needs to be done where you can’t help but thing “can’t someone else do it?”.
Bear in mind that an Icelandic ranger is a whole different creature from the stereotypical armed U.S. Park ranger with a hat.
In Iceland, rangers are certainly guarding and protecting natural reserves, but we also take care of all maintenance in the park, information centers, and campsites.
That means I’m mopping floors, picking up trash, working the cash register and scrubbing fecal matter off toilet seats that should have been replaced decades ago.
Nobody likes cleaning toilets. Well, maybe someone does, but it’s certainly not my favorite activity.
I’ve worked as a ranger for seven summers, and up until now, when it came to the grunt work of hauling trash and cleaning grime off bathroom walls, I would half-ass it.
I would do it poorly, as fast as I could, often leaving the situation just barely better that it was before.
I’m not really sure what changed this.
This summer, it just clicked. The idea that “the way you do anything is the way you do everything“.
I realized that half-assing anything meant half-assing life. And I couldn’t have that.
So I scrubbed like I’ve never scrubbed before. I left the toilet seats so clean that I could see my reflection in them. I picked up all trash I laid eyes on. The park was squeaky clean whenever I was around.
I didn’t stop there. I decided to practice excellence in all areas. When I had rude customers, I swallowed my pride and compromised with them. When people did stupid things, I still treated them with respect.
I came in on time, every single day.
I used to regularly get tired and lazy before, and just call in sick when I didn’t feel like working. Well, I didn’t take one sick day this summer.
I started building a habit of excellence.
I’ve kept it up after I started school. I come to class on time. I come in every day. I do everything I’m required to do, and I strive to do it well.
I’ve seen how deciding to be excellent at the chores I enjoy the least, I start doing better at the things I feel are most important.
I think excellence can become a habit. In fact I’m sure of it. We’re not born disciplined, we develop discipline. With every single act of disciplined excellence, we become more disciplined, and our lives become more excellent.
This is a call to all of you lazy bums out there (myself included) to get off your backside and do what needs to be done, and to do it well.