I did it again today. I don’t care about how hard it is to do. I don’t care how much more I have to do. I know the facts. There is a whole lot more road to walk before I end the year. Who cares about the rest that is left to do. I only have to focus on today. I did it. I focused my energy on today and made it. Struggled, but I made it. Struggled indeed. Man does that take a whole lot out of me. The focus and mental strain. The physical strain. It all piles on but I keep on going. My desire to see the year through exceeds everything else. The rest is all below me. So long as I keep on going then everything else is wrong and I’m right. I can do it. I can see it until the end. No matter how bad the pain gets, I can and I will.
The funny thing is how small today will seem when I look back. What felt like climbing a mountain now will eventually be nothing more than a foothill in the larger landscape of my journey. I’ve been here before, standing at the edge of what feels impossible, only to take one more step and prove to myself that impossible is a lie. It’s easy to get lost in the struggle, to let the weight of the moment cloud the view of how far I’ve come. But every step forward reminds me: I’ve done this before, and I can do it again.
The pain and strain have a way of tricking the mind. They whisper lies about limitations, painting vivid pictures of why it would be easier to stop. But I know better now. Those voices aren’t real. They’re echoes of fear and exhaustion, fleeting moments that pass as quickly as they come. What’s real is the work I put in. What’s real is the progress I’ve made, the ground I’ve covered, and the unshakable truth that I’m still here, still moving forward.
I’ve learned that pain is just part of the process. It’s not something to fear or avoid but to embrace. Pain is the signal that I’m growing, that I’m testing my limits, and that I’m alive. It’s not permanent—it never is. But the growth, the strength, and the resilience that come from enduring it? Those stay with me. They become a part of who I am. And that’s what keeps me going.
I can’t see the end yet, but I don’t need to. The finish line isn’t what matters right now. What matters is this moment—this step, this breath, this battle. I’ll take it one day at a time, one challenge at a time, until the end is right in front of me. And when I reach it, I’ll know that every moment of struggle, every ounce of pain, was worth it. Because I didn’t give in. I didn’t give up. I became more.
