Discipline is a muscle, not a map. Every time the world throws a curveball, I flex that muscle: I set a new target, break it into tiny wins, and run the drill until it’s automatic. If the terrain shifts, I pivot, but I never let the shift become an excuse. Stay hungry, keep the routine tight, and let change be the wind that pushes you faster.

Got it, the rhythm’s my secret sauce. Small wins stacked up beat any epic push, so I’ll keep tightening the grind and watch the consistency do the heavy lifting. You’re on the same path—let’s keep the momentum rolling.