Now that you’re back on track you decided to get ahead. Ahead for now. Not much time left in this month. Guess now you can relax and think it’s a good thing. All that struggle to get right back to even, to zero. We’re not done yet, all that’s left is normal days though. The normal ask of your absurd self. I say normal but it’s far from normal. You’ve grown accustomed to it though I’ll give you that. All the way until the very end you didn’t waver. Still even as accustomed as you were to all this, look at how it’s left you at the end. Battered, broken, and beaten. Not defeated though. You get to stand tall with all those bruises and say that you did it all despite that. Despite your desire to stop. Despite the injuries, the lack of time, the lack of equipment. You did it without fail. At least in this regard, you did not fail. You won.
There’s something raw and real about being able to carry the marks of the journey. The bruises, the aches, the sheer exhaustion—they’re not signs of weakness. They’re proof of what you’ve endured. Proof of what you’ve overcome. Each mark is a testament to a moment when you could have stopped but didn’t. When you could have chosen comfort but chose resolve instead. And now, standing at the edge of it all, you carry those marks like a badge of honor.
You didn’t just survive this—you owned it. You took everything life threw at you and kept moving forward. You adapted, you pushed, you persevered. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t easy, but it was yours. Every choice, every struggle, every moment of doubt met with action—it all added up to this. To standing here, knowing you gave everything you had.
There’s pride in this moment, but not arrogance. It’s the quiet kind of pride, the kind that doesn’t need to shout because it knows its worth. You don’t need to prove it to anyone else. This was never about anyone else. It was about proving it to yourself. Proving that no matter how battered or broken you felt, you could still rise. You could still push. You could still win.
And now, with the end in sight, you’re not just standing tall—you’re standing transformed. This wasn’t just about the work or the goal. It was about what you became in the process. The strength, the discipline, the resilience—they’re all part of you now. The bruises will fade, the pain will pass, but the person you became will remain. And that’s the real victory.
