Three hundred days. It still feels impossible—and yet, here I am.
It feels so strange to see the number 300 attached to something that started as an idea, an experiment, a simple desire to show up for myself in a new way.
I honestly didn’t expect this to last. I thought the momentum would fade, that life would intervene, that I’d quietly let it go like so many intentions before. Yet nearly a year later, I’m still here, still uncovering what it means to stay. I’m still learning what it means to hold space for myself, to show up even when the words don’t come easily, and to discover what authenticity actually requires.
I know this journey is deeply personal—not something everyone chooses or needs to do. But committing myself to something for this length of time, consistently, has fundamentally changed my life. It’s shifted my understanding of myself in ways I can never unsee or forget.
I’ve written before about how much this series has grown me. Perhaps I’ll never truly capture just how transformative it has been. Still, today I’m declaring it again—and this time, I have 300 days of tangible proof behind me.
I’m in awe of myself. This has nothing to do with ego or the belief that I’m better than anyone else. It’s simply the profound experience of recognising something I’ve achieved after choosing to do the work, day after day, to get here.
I think we all deserve moments when we sit in awe of ourselves—not in arrogance, but in genuine recognition of our own capacity for commitment, growth, and transformation. When we honour what we’ve built through consistent effort, we give ourselves permission to believe in what we might create next.
Three hundred days have taught me that the person I’m becoming isn’t found in the grand moments, but in the quiet accumulation of showing up.
That transformation isn’t always dramatic—sometimes it’s simply the steady act of not giving up on yourself.
And perhaps that’s the most profound discovery of all: that I am someone who stays.
