I have had a hectic ten days. We are exhibiting at the Ideal Home Show, and the website is flying. Friday was our best day ever online, double our previous record! On the outside, everything is going well. But inside, I can feel, all is not well and that problems are coming.

It’s the first day of April, and it is now 90 days since I made a personal commitment to become the person I have always wanted to be through developing good habits and sticking to them day after day. I can trace the success that we are having now, directly back to the changes I made in January to the way I live my life and the formation of these “good habits.”

But it’s becoming hard to maintain them. Life is getting in the way. At the start, it was difficult because the habits were new. Then I went through a period of a few months where it was just so easy to do them. I could see the powerful and positive effect the habits were having on my business, my team and my mental health.

But now 3 months in, I can feel these habits slipping. It’s almost like complacency has got in the way. With the show season starting its harder to maintain my routine. There are more calls on my time, unusual working hours that affect my morning routine by forcing me to work late the night before. The early flush of enthusiasm has gone, and now it’s just a routine.

I can feel it slipping a little more each day.

Have you experienced this too? Are your good habits going by the wayside? Have you stopped going to the gym, eating healthy, walking or cycling to work? Are you letting life get in the way of your dreams and goals?

Sadly, I don’t think its an easy fix. I know that we must fight this. I guess this is what it means to work through the hard times. I have always imagined the hard times to be physical things. It’s obvious in the mountains or out on my bike when it’s hard. My pounding lungs and exhausted legs mark it out.

In business the hard times are easy to spot too, they appear when we are short of money, or a supplier delivery is late or out of stock, or we make a mistake in production.

But this hard time is more subtle, and I think much more dangerous as I could so quickly let go and give up. My good habits have carried me forward in the most incredible way over the last 90 days. But now it’s getting hard; the habits are slipping.

I’m going to bed later, getting up later and doing less exercise. Working longer hours and not making time for my green smoothie, drinking red bulls and junk food on long drives in the van and eating a takeaway rather than cooking.

It’s unbelievable how quickly these old habits come rushing back. In just ten days I can see my old life flooding back. I know I must resist. I must find the strength to get back on the good habit pathway. But it is hard. There is that word again!

Writing this is helping. I’m sitting in the caravan, it’s a beautiful morning, and I’m watching the sun come up. It occurs to me that the solution probably lies with making time for myself. The bad habits come when I let the world crowd in on me. I become reactive to problems, to demands and pressures on my time. I work harder and longer hours to compensate, but in doing so, I give myself less time and space to think and breathe. Less time to write, less time to exercise. Less time to connect with my “why”. Less time to think each day about my dreams and goals and why they are important to me. Less time to remember how thankful I am for the opportunities that life has given me.

So today, I’m going to concentrate on slowing down, breathing deeply, making time for each activity. Enjoying each one, not rushing things. Thinking more. Writing more and yes, exercising today for the first time in nearly a week. I’m making today a “reset” day.

I hope you will join me. Press the button to reset yourself and start thinking about your goals and dreams again. I know that maintaining good habits is hard, but let’s fight our demons and become the people we have always dreamed of becoming.  Long before others believe, you must believe it’s possible.

Remember, we climb the mountain, not in giant leaps but one small step at a time.