I recently discovered I can turn a pair of boys pajama pants right-side-in when I'm barely out of a dead sleep, in the middle of the night, in the dark.
I can also go to bed at a reasonable hour, sleep like a log -- a big, fat, 100 year old log -- not waking up once in the night, and not hearing the alarm in the morning and still be bone tired when I wake up.
I can be running late for work, and still be graced with the opportunity to spend three or four minutes just sitting with one of the clowns, telling them what I love about them, listening to them, while music plays in the background - and not once think "Sheesh, I'd better get moving, ok hurry up, get dressed, let's go."
I can want to lose a few pounds, and get in better shape and still give in to the call of chocolate and ice cream without much of a fight.
I can also get into a zone where I am more focused on losing those few pounds, and stronger-willed against the chocolate and ice cream.
I can decide I need to get better with tracking my finances, then not balance my checkbook for weeks, sometimes months.
I am a walking contradiction, consistently inconsistent.
And for the moment, I'm totally ok with that.