When the weight feels heavy
Some days I don’t want to move. I wake up tired, not because I worked too much but because my mind feels heavy. On those days, the voice in my head says, “skip it, nobody cares, it won’t matter.” And honestly, part of me believes it.
The truth about bad days
I’ve learned something about bad days. They are not permanent. They feel huge in the moment, but they pass. And what carries me through them is not motivation, it’s the simple act of showing up.
Small steps still count
I don’t mean showing up perfectly. I don’t write ten pages when I feel like quitting. I write two messy lines. I don’t run five kilometers when I’m exhausted. I walk around the block. I don’t smile all day when I’m hurting. I just breathe and tell myself—at least I tried today.
Why I keep going
The reason I keep showing up is because every small effort adds up. It’s not about the size of the step, it’s about refusing to stop walking. Even on the worst days, I want to give myself the chance to keep the chain alive.
I’ve also noticed something: when I show up on bad days, the good days feel even stronger. They remind me I didn’t quit when it was hard. They remind me I am stronger than my excuses.
What bad days mean to me now
So yes, I still have bad days. Maybe more than I admit. But I no longer see them as failures. I see them as part of the process. And every time I drag myself forward, even just an inch, I prove to myself that I’m still here, still trying.
That’s why I keep showing up. Not to be perfect. Just to not give up.
