No. I didn't.
I didn't break my consistency. Not my efforts either. It wasn't built within a few days or weeks. It took months to be built. However, I experienced moments which made me redefine my consistency. A pause doesn't break consistency. It doesn't break the discipline of continuous improvement.
Writing taught me to accept myself, my flaws, and my improvements. A pause without intention isn't the end of the discipline followed for months.
I didn't skip a day without expressing myself. Even though I went blank with thoughts, I didn't. Not even when I was confused. But the day I fell ill, I skipped. I skipped the day without voicing myself out. Did I break my streak? A question on my journey. A question on my commitment to show up regularly.
A skipped day felt demotivating. Without intention, did my streak get broken? The inner voice spoke out a big no. A streak isn't what the days define; it's something defined by consistent efforts, by commitment. The inner thought gave clarity to my confusion. I accepted expressing myself twice within a day. Now, I am waiting to reflect and voice myself out twice within this week.
Consistency has been the commitment which writing taught me. Commitment to every small effort to be better. Commitment to fixing every mistake and flaw. Commitment to expressing myself much louder through words.
A pause isn't the failure of continuity. It isn't the end. It's a new beginning, not from zero. It's the uncertainty which motivates me to put more effort into showing up.
Accept the pause. Bounce back loudly.
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