Alright, so I got this idea stuck in my head, you know? People talk, people wonder, but what actually goes down if you decide to, uh, handle your own business every single day? I’m the kind of guy who likes to find things out for himself, not just read about it. So, I figured, let’s give it a shot. A personal experiment, if you will.
Setting Up the “Experiment”
There wasn’t much to set up, really. Just made a mental note: starting from Day 1, this was gonna be a daily thing. No grand plan, no specific time, just… sometime during the day, every day. I wasn’t trying to prove a point to anyone, just satisfying my own curiosity. I told myself I’d pay attention to how I felt, any changes, good or bad. Just see what happens.
The First Few Weeks: Getting into the Groove
So, I started. Day one, day two, day three… it was just another thing I did. Didn’t feel radically different at first. Maybe a bit more of a, let’s call it, “release” than usual, but nothing earth-shattering. It just became part of the daily checklist, like brushing my teeth, almost.
After about a week or two, I started to notice some small stuff. Energy levels were a bit… unpredictable. Some days I’d feel totally fine, maybe even a bit more relaxed. Other days, especially if I didn’t get enough sleep, I’d feel a bit sluggish. Not like I was dead on my feet, but just lacking that usual pep. My focus? That was a mixed bag too. Sometimes, it felt like a quick way to clear my head. Other times, I’d be thinking, “Ugh, gotta do this thing,” and that wasn’t exactly a great mindset.
Deeper In: The Realities of Daily Practice
As I pushed past the one-month mark, things got a bit clearer. Physically, honestly, not much changed. Everything kept working as it should. No major issues there. Maybe a little tenderness sometimes if I wasn’t, you know, careful, but that’s just basic stuff. The main thing was the mental side of it.
That’s where it got interesting. It stopped feeling like a treat or a release and started feeling more like a chore. You know how sometimes you do something you enjoy so much it becomes work? Kinda like that. The spontaneity was gone. It was just… scheduled. And because of that, the actual enjoyment factor took a nosedive sometimes.
- Sleep: Didn’t notice a huge impact, good or bad, unless I was already tired, then it just made me more tired.
- Mood: Could be a quick pick-me-up if I was stressed, but if I was already feeling blah, it didn’t magically fix it. Sometimes it just made me feel more blah because it felt forced.
- Libido for others: This is a big one people ask about. For me, it didn’t suddenly make me not interested in actual partners. But, I’d say my overall “drive” might have been a bit flatter on average? Like, the peaks weren’t as high because I was, well, frequently managing the baseline.
My Big Realization and Wrapping It Up
I kept this up for a couple of months, give or take. There wasn’t a specific end date. I stopped when I realized it wasn’t really doing much for me anymore. It had become this thing I “had” to do. And that’s no fun, right?
So, what did I learn from my little adventure? For me, personally, every single day was too much. It wasn’t a disaster. I didn’t fall apart. But the benefits, like stress relief or a bit of fun, started to get outweighed by the feeling of obligation and a general sense of “meh.” It became less about enjoyment and more about just… ticking a box.
I guess everyone’s different. Your mileage may vary, as they say. But for this guy, the “everyday” plan just wasn’t the golden ticket. It taught me that, yeah, you can do it, but whether you should or whether it’s beneficial in the long run… that’s a whole other story. For me, it just sort of fizzled out because the “why” got lost. It turned from a curiosity into a bit of a grind. And who needs another one of those, right?
