So you made it through the week of nothing but survival did you. You managed to not let yourself fall behind anymore than you already were. That’s a plus. That wasn’t enough though and you sure did know it. You moved today. You moved the line of where you are now to where you want to be. You’re closer. You’re so much closer. Still so far… but so much closer. Sure as shit hasn’t been easy though. Doesn’t matter now I guess, I did what I wanted to do for today and that’s good for me. Tomorrow will come with more demands, let it come. Let there be demands, or else why even live. If you’re not going to demand more from yourself why continue. I never wanted to reach an end. I never saw a final product to this journey. I just saw it as a journey. A way of being who I want to be. Doing it so much, over and over again until I became that person. Now I am.
There’s a certain freedom in that realization. Knowing that this isn’t about reaching some grand finale, some perfect version of myself that will one day magically appear. It’s about the process. The repetition. The daily grind that shapes and reshapes me with every action, every effort, every choice to keep going. It’s not about perfection—it never was. It’s about persistence. About proving to myself, again and again, that I can do what I set out to do.
This isn’t the kind of journey that ends. And I wouldn’t want it to. The person I’ve become wasn’t built by finishing—it was built by doing. By showing up every day, no matter how hard, no matter how much I didn’t want to. By taking one more step when the finish line seemed impossibly far away. That’s where the growth happened. That’s where I found the version of me that I’ve been chasing all along.
And now, here I am. Not perfect, not finished, but different. Stronger. More resilient. The demands of tomorrow don’t scare me—they excite me. They remind me that there’s still work to be done, still progress to be made, still a journey to walk. Because without the demands, without the struggle, what’s the point? Growth doesn’t happen in comfort. It happens in the push, in the grind, in the moments where everything in you wants to stop, but you keep going anyway.
So let tomorrow come. Let it bring its challenges, its demands, its tests. I’ll take them one by one, just like I always have. Because this isn’t just what I do—it’s who I am. And that’s enough. That’s everything.
