Life in Progress Diaries

Still riding the messy middle wave over here. Today’s realization? Sometimes consistency hides — and that’s okay.

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[Little Note Before We Begin:]

This one’s a bit of a ramble — but it’s honest.

If you’ve ever felt like your routines disappeared and your motivation ghosted you, you’re in good company.

I’m not here with a 5-step plan.

Just some real thoughts, a bit of toast, and hopefully, a reminder that you’re not alone.

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So… consistency and I were getting along really well for a minute there. I was waking up before my third alarm, taking my vitamins like a functioning adult, even drinking water that wasn’t tea.

I was starting to think, okay, maybe I’ve cracked the code. Maybe I’m becoming one of those people who has a morning routine and a skincare routine and actual energy.

Narrator: She had not cracked the code.

Fast forward a few weeks — and it all just… slowly fizzled. No big drama. No massive excuse. Just a slow unraveling. One skipped routine here. One “meh, I’ll do it tomorrow” there. Suddenly it’s a week later, and I’m asking myself if toast for dinner (again) is a personal preference or a cry for help.

And the worst part?

The guilt.

Not the “oops, forgot” kind. The “ugh, I was doing so well, why am I like this?” kind. The “other people can keep it together, what’s wrong with me?” kind.

It’s sneaky.

It creeps in while you’re brushing your hair with dry shampoo for the third day in a row.

But here’s the thing I’m learning (slowly, stubbornly):

Consistency doesn’t mean never messing up.

It doesn’t mean perfect streaks or colour-coded to-do lists that always get done.

Sometimes it just means… showing up. Even if it’s late. Even if it’s messy. Sometimes consistency is brushing your teeth at 3pm and calling it a win. Or drinking one glass of water and being unreasonably proud about it. Or starting again — again — because even if you fell off, you haven’t given up.

And honestly? That still counts.

I’m not going to pretend I’m thriving right now. I’ve had more “meh” days than motivated ones lately. My brain is tired. My body’s tired. I’m on my third snack and still haven’t started the task I swore I’d do this morning.

But I’m trying. And that matters more than any perfect streak.

So if your consistency has gone into hiding too? Same.

Pull up a chair. I saved you a piece of toast.

Let’s remind ourselves:

We’re not behind.

We’re just human.

And we’re still moving — even if it’s slow.

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What’s one tiny thing that helps you feel like yourself again — even when everything’s off? Tell me. Seriously. I’ll take all the comfort ideas I can get.