Someday you’ll get bored of your own excuses. That boredom is a gift. Cash it in.

Excuses stop working long before they stop being used, and there is a particular moment when you hear yourself produce one and feel nothing but tiredness at the sound. That flatness is more useful than motivation, because it needs no topping up. Inspiration fades by Thursday. Being sick of your own script tends to hold.

When you catch that boredom, move the same day, before a fresh reason arrives. Do the smallest real version of the thing. The window is short, and it does open again.