Putting routine under close scrutiny we can, with somewhat of a certainty, predict various aspects of our lives. We can know, or guess fairly closely, how something is going to pan out if the wheel keeps spinning the same way over and over.
I need a frame. A solid frame. A frame that keeps me engaged into routine. A frame that keeps me doing mundane things, over and over if need be. A frame that forces discipline, so I can keep my creative and lateral thinking away from leaking and cluttering every possible aspect of my life. I need a frame.
Whenever an individual faces a problem, two impulses rush in. The first, burdened by familiarity, is to act in accordance to what is already comfortable, already tested. Past experience usually gives us clue, often misguided, and we once again enter the flow of the familiar.
Where I currently live, and I suppose this is as true here as it is everywhere, there is a consistent pattern showing in both work and life in general. Our mind decides to confuse more with better, variety and diversity with quality, being consistently mediocre with diligence.
Most of us experience confidence in relation to circumstances. Tied to past experiences, success, and whatever garden-variety of good luck you can muster together, this is what I call symptomatic confidence. It goes without saying, that whenever you are at the top of your game, confidence spikes up. And we usually let it slide, accepting it as it is.