The Rhythm No One Talks About

**I’ve been rebranding behind the scenes. Chasers Max will now be known as successlce. So don’t panic when you see the name appear on the left side of your inbox when I next drop.

Moved into this apartment four months ago.

High-rise. Tenth floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows facing east.

Every morning, sun hits the glass around 6:47 AM. Wakes me up without an alarm.

First week here, I thought it was annoying. Now I realise it was the best accident of my life.

Because for the last 112 days, I have not missed a morning.

Not one.

There's a feeling most people chase but never name.

It's not motivation. Motivation is temporary. Emotional. Somewhat unreliable.

It's not discipline either. Discipline is the building block, but it's not the feeling.

The feeling I'm talking about is being locked in.

You know it when you're in it:

You wake up and you don't need to convince yourself to start. You just start.

You go to the gym and your body doesn't argue. It performs.

You sit down to work and the friction disappears. Two hours pass like twenty minutes.

You go to bed feeling accomplished. Not drained. Not anxious. Complete.

Then you wake up the next day and do it again. And again.

That's the rhythm.

When you're locked in, you're not fighting yourself anymore. You're not negotiating with your own mind about whether today is the day you finally execute.

You're just moving. One step. Then another. No missed beats.

Is there any better feeling than that?

Here's what no one tells you about being locked in:

It's not a switch you flip. It's a frequency you tune into.

Most people wait for the conditions to be perfect. Wait for inspiration. Wait for Monday. Wait for the new year.

They think locked in is something that happens to them.

Wrong.

Being locked in is something you build into yourself through repetition.

Look at what happens when you're in rhythm:

→ You train your body consistently. Your energy compounds.

→ You work on your craft daily. Your skill level rises without you noticing until someone else points it out.

→ You feed your mind quality inputs. Your thinking sharpens. Decisions come faster.

The time and commitment you give to yourself—into your body, into your craft, into your mind—those things take care of themselves.

Not because the universe rewards effort.

Because systems create momentum, and momentum creates results.

When you're locked in, you're not hoping things work out. You're watching them work out in real-time because you've built the conditions for it.

Track your rhythm, not your results.

Most of you are obsessed with outcomes. Revenue. Followers. Body weight. External validation.

That's fine. But outcomes are lagging indicators.

Rhythm is the leading indicator.

Ask yourself every night before bed:

"Did I miss a step today?"

Not: "Did I hit my goal?"

Not: "Did I feel motivated?"

Just: "Did I do what I said I would do?"

• Workout session. Done or not done.

• Content posted. Done or not done.

• 2 hours of deep work. Done or not done.

If the answer is yes, you're building frequency. You're tuning in.

If the answer is no, don't spiral. Don't guilt yourself into paralysis.

Just reset tomorrow. One missed step doesn't break rhythm. Three consecutive missed steps do.

The goal:

Seven consecutive days without missing a step.

Not perfect execution. Not flawless results. Just consistency of action.

Because once you feel the rhythm, once you experience what it's like to be locked in for a full week, you won't want to go back to the chaos.

You'll wake up inspired because yesterday proved you can do it.

You'll train with energy because your body remembers what discipline feels like.

You'll work without resistance because the system is already running.

And that feeling—that locked-in, unstoppable, rhythm-driven feeling—is what separates the upper echelon from everyone else still waiting for motivation.

Excuses don't build empires.

Rhythm does.

Tai.

P.S.

Aj asked me yesterday why I never sleep in.

Told him: "Because the sun doesn't negotiate with me. Why would I negotiate with myself?"

He nodded. Went back to bed.

That's the difference.