There was a point in time where I hated “consistency.” But not anymore. There is something very wonderful about waking up to the same woman, hitting the gym, making breakfast for the kids, taking them to karate, gymnastics or basketball practice. I'm 36 going on 37. My days of constantly seeking “action” or trying to define the beauty in a unplanned day is over. And its nothing wrong with that. My kids are beautiful, growing, loving and I'm enjoying everyday of it.