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On villains we create and the life we actually want.

We all have a habit we claim to hate, yet seem remarkably committed to keeping.

For me, it’s coffee. For you, it might be the snooze button, a cycle of procrastination, or a late-night scroll that ruins the next morning. We identify these as “bad habits” and we tell ourselves that if we could just “hack ” them, our lives would finally snap into place. We set the alarms, clear the schedules , and we wait for the life we’ve always wanted.

My own battle with coffee is part of a larger commitment to health and intentionality this year. I was drinking up to four cups a day, and the result was a morning cycle that felt trapped in slow motion: I’d wake up too tired to do the work I intended, so I’d reach for the coffee, which kept the cycle spinning.

The good news is, I managed to break it. For the whole month of June, I only touched a cup on two days. It was a massive win. My mornings became vibrant, and for the first time in a long time, I rearranged my life to finally do the things I’ve always wanted to do but were previously too tired to tackle.

I felt like I had my life under control. I was finally getting it right.

And I know I am not the only one. Most of us have managed to keep the habit in check—even for just short periods of time.

And then, just as we reach the summit—we sabotage it. We go back to the default. We reach for the coffee. We hit the snooze button.

Fast forward to last week, and I am back at it like my life depends on it. Which is absurd, because life was objectively better without the caffeine. I know this. I have felt it. And yet, I can’t seem to stay on the path. I could make excuses—plenty of them, if you give me enough time—but I’ve learned that excuses are just noise. It’s better to get to the actual problem.

We call it self-sabotage, and we go looking for the latest “life hacks” to fix it. But perhaps we’ve been looking at the wrong problem.

What if we aren’t sabotaging ourselves, but rather, protecting our own narrative?

Life, at its best, is a continuous, upward strife for growth.We acknowledge that things can improve, and we strive to make them that way. But in that process, I’ve found a strange, addictive pattern: I keep creating obstacles for myself, or returning to old ones, just so I can overcome them again. It’s a form of self-handicapping—the defensive act of creating a barrier so that if I fail, I have a convenient “reason,” and if I succeed, I get to be the hero of my own story.

I create the monster so I can slay it. It makes me feel like a hero.

But here is the unsettling truth I’ve been running from: I am the one holding the sword.

We often think we are fighting for a life without obstacles, but what happens when the dust settles? If I finally quit the coffee for good, fix my sleep, and master my mornings—if I successfully reach that “ideal” state—the conflict vanishes.

And in the absence of conflict, the story stops.

We are so addicted to the thrill of the “heroic overcome” that we are terrified of the silence that follows. We cling to our villains because they give us a purpose, a fight, and a reason to wake up and strive.

But who are we when the villain is gone? Who are we when there is no monster to slay, only a quiet, consistent life to live? That is the real upward strife—not the battle against our own self-sabotage, but the courage to face the blank page of a life where we no longer need to be rescued by our own willpower.

I’m putting the coffee down again today. Not because I need to be a hero, but because I’m finally brave enough to see what happens on the days where nothing goes wrong.

What about you? What is the “villain” you’ve been keeping around just to feel like a hero? And what would happen if you finally let them go?