Confessions of a chronic quitter
Not this time though
I’ve had a great start to the year already — crushing my LinkedIn and language-learning goals. Or at least, I’ve shown up consistently for 20 days and counting. Heck, I’ve even been steady with writing in public. But despite these wins, something still bothers me.
I’ve been down this road before. I’ve felt this surge of motivation, this sense of progress, only to hit a wall and abruptly stop. Weeks turn into months, sometimes nearly a year, as was the case last year and the year before. The reasons vary — sometimes it’s a health challenge that throws off my rhythm and saps my motivation. Other times, doubt creeps in, making me question whether all the effort is worth it. Being a natural introvert, I feel the pull to retreat into my shell, to find a way to achieve all my dreams quietly, without putting myself out there so much.
But deep down, I know that’s not possible. Growth, fulfilment and the pursuit of what I want require showing up, even when it’s challenging. And during the brief periods of consistency, I’ve seen the highs. I’ve tasted the reward of showing up. As much as I’d like to focus solely on getting into the flow and not dwelling on those highs, I realize they’re crucial. They’re reminders of why I started and proof that the effort isn’t in vain.
So here’s what I’ve decided to do:
Trust me — trust that everything I need is already within me.
I’ll take it one day at a time, not rushing or getting overwhelmed by the long road ahead. And even if I stumble (though I hope not), I’ll pick myself back up.
What’s more? I love the person I’m becoming.
The journey may not always be smooth, but it’s mine to walk anyway.
