I failed hard. I noticed it on day three of the challenge, but was not able to write. With good reasons, but they are not important.
So I continued to fail. The day after and the next day as well. Weekend went by.
On Monday I went into full work mode and enjoyed the things I’m not failing at. Like doing an early morning walk with the dog to clear my brain to work around the constant interruptions that make my life harder than necessary. Which is one of the best results of therapy so far. There are more. Maybe I’ll write about them one day.
And I’m still failing some more. It’s ok to fail.
I learned to stand up and walk on. Finally.