consistency: noun: conformity in the application of something, typically that which is necessary for the sake of logic, accuracy, or fairness.

I worked for an amazing man at a restaurant in Hillsboro Village for a long time. He taught me a lot of things. Some of my favorites are: 

Smile when you answer the phone, the person on the other end can hear that. 

Confetti is the devil.

Make people feel at home (he threw a frat boy out once for having his feet on the table - he said, “would you do that at your mother’s house?! Well you can’t do it in my house either!”) 

Be kind to new people - they’re uncomfortable. 

Stick up for yourself.

The customer’s not always right AND customers keep us in business.

The day you accidentally dump an entire pitcher of water on the owner’s mother, should probably be your last day… you seem a little burned out.

And consistency is key.


In running my own business, I’ve tried to keep a lot of those things in mind. Especially the confetti part because I hate cleaning - and if I won’t clean it up, I won’t ask my team to do it either. Mostly, he taught me how to allow folks to trust me as their server - not how to trick people into trusting like I feel most of my server jobs were, but to allow strangers to actually trust me (and in turn, his business) for the few hours that we interacted.

Consistency has been a huge part of the way that I’ve chosen to run getFIT615 - It helps keep me grounded and build trust with my team, it helps keep my team stay grounded and allows them to trust me, and it helps us as individuals and as a whole to stay grounded and be trusted by our community.

Trust in our relationships is important no matter what kind of relationship it is - and consistency is H. U. G. E. 

What I hope we’ve been the most consistent about though is our growth. What I want the most in life for myself, for my business, for my team, for my friends, in a partner, is compassionate growth. In my experience, folks who are committed to ACTUAL compassionate growth, aren’t folks who believe they’re always right - or heaven forbid “finished.” I used to think I was all finished. Like, this is it… this is who I am… now it’s time to go into the world and do life! And then… fuck. What is life. Who am I. What am I doing?!

And then… no worries, you’re good at being human! You can always learn and do better. Good work. There you go. Now you’ve gotten the swing of things. This is life happening now.

Consistency allow us to trust

trust feels safe

Safe feels like home

and home is where you belong and are loved and cared for and supported.


AND (remember when the theme was duality? This is it!) consistency can also be debilitating. If we bunker down with this need for consistency, we also lose the opportunity to grow. I find that when we choose consistency over all else, that’s usually a decision that’s rooted in fear - fear of the unknown, fear of no longer recognizing who we are, fear of shame of who we used to be, fear of recognizing our own humanity - our mistakes, the way we harm each other, the way we harm ourselves…

As all of this applies to the gym:

Our class names have been the same since we opened in 2014. A student recently emailed us and let us know that she didn’t feel like the name of the classes and the class description accurately represented what we do. We said, “thanks for the feedback.” Then I started asking our community for feedback - all of our teachers gave input. Squeeze (the studio manager) and I talked about this for weeks. And then we came up with this: our values are sweat, connect, grow… let’s use that. So beginning August 1, you’ll see that when you sign up for classes. We’ve updated the description of each one of the classes in hopes of providing more clarity and understanding of what we feel our work here is.

sweat

Our circuit style group fitness classes are called “sweat.” You’ll also see “sweat: #freedomfriday” and “sweat: open gym” on the schedule. Nothing about the classes you already know and love are changing - just the name and description.

connect

Our gentle yoga class on Tuesday with LaTonya and the yoga + movement class on Sundays with Jillette are now called “connect: gentle yoga” and “connect: yoga + movement.” These classes are here to allow you to more deeply connect with you body.

grow

Anytime we offer a workshop where there is self-inquiry work, like our recent Be With Your Body workshop with Sarah Jane Chapman, those will be called “grow: be with your body.”


My need for consistency is strong. And when I’m up against that feeling of, “how can I trust myself” or “how will anyone trust me” or “this simply can’t be changed” I ask myself this: what could be available if I let this go?

Journaling prompts for this month:

What are some things that consistently bring you joy? Keep those things on file for a rainy day :)

What are some consistencies in your life? (job, relationships, spaces, routines)

Do they bring you joy?

What could be available to you if you let it go? (NOT: how hard will it be to let it go, or how much work will it take, or my mother would kill me - only: what could be available to me if I let this go? no answer is crazy or insane or too much or wrong… write everything. keep writing.) 

January 1 - 2012 - 5am after the NYE party had died down… to say we were slightly delirious would be an understatement. I remember this particular night, I was forced to grab a huge drunk guy by the lapels on his jacket and tell he had to leave. He said to me, “oh you seriously think YOU’RE kicking me out?!” And somehow, my manager Kerry, a big tall bald guy who never had to say much to get his point across, who, when I was 18, told me that he didn’t NOT like me, came out from behind me and said, “yeah, she’s kicking you out and she’ll remember your face for a really long time.” Working in restaurants is weird - but the camaraderie in moments of ridiculousness, is the part I loved the most. Miss you Kerry <3

January 1 - 2012 - 5am after the NYE party had died down… to say we were slightly delirious would be an understatement. I remember this particular night, I was forced to grab a huge drunk guy by the lapels on his jacket and tell he had to leave. He said to me, “oh you seriously think YOU’RE kicking me out?!” And somehow, my manager Kerry, a big tall bald guy who never had to say much to get his point across, who, when I was 18, told me that he didn’t NOT like me, came out from behind me and said, “yeah, she’s kicking you out and she’ll remember your face for a really long time.” Working in restaurants is weird - but the camaraderie in moments of ridiculousness, is the part I loved the most. Miss you Kerry <3