It’s slow progress, but quitting won’t make it faster.
It is the 31st of August. It has been three months since I started this journey. An adventure into sharing my experience, a process of documenting my feelings and publicly posting.
I would have hoped that by now, progress would be tangible. I want to see the results of months of hard work, the changes mental and physical that comes with a journey of self discovery. Habits and follow through, measures of a successful human, demonstrating that this is do-able.
That is not where I am. This is not what I have seen happen. My progress was deterred with the second lock down. My mental state has been shaken, my mood has been down. Feelings I have not experienced in ten years, are present, alive, consuming my mind. Days go by without even leaving the apartment.
And yet, I soldier on. I take each bad day and try to combat it with a good one. I keep planning, getting out of bed, and even showering (sometimes putting on makeup).
Chasing The Dream. 