I quit for nine months. Three separate times. And every time, what ended it was a night out and a celebratory smoke. Celebratory. I'd banked nine months of evidence and then spent it as a reward for having banked it.

Every time you say you'll do something and don't, the thing you said gets a little cheaper. Not to the neighbor. The neighbor forgot about it walking back to the house. To you.

You have been feeding your life a destination and no starting location, and then wondering why no route appears.

Here’s Five questions that turn a vague goal into a real route, plus the honest inventory step that almost everyone skips.