I was in WK for the past two weeks and I will be for another. Days are long, true free time is seldom and alone time even more so. It is impossible to keep up with everything uni related and daily tasks are annoying me at times. But despite the downsides there is no reason to be upset. It is currently work enough to stay on top of everything and to get the WK over efficiently. Some things are out of my control and I must adjust for them but I shouldn't be mad about rules everyone needs to follow. They inconvenience me now and they inconvenience others at other times. Even if the set boundaries of what is and what isn't possible have shifted for these three weeks, it doesn't mean that *everything* is out of my control. Moments like these are important to realize, they feel like a quiet buyback of power. Even if most of my daytime is occupied by one of two external forces (Military daily business or keeping up with uni), there is still room for progress. Building little habits, little consistencies.
I didn't floss everyday. But I did more often than I did the weeks before the WK started.
I didn't journal everyday. But I started to appreciate the quiet moments I have for myself and cherishing them with an entry. Especially journaling truly helped me during the WK. It has helped in the past but the newly acquiered consistency is something I'm proud of. Giving shape to a fog of thought, giving a bad feeling a name (and thus a face) and remembering things that went right, and moments that felt good. It feels like a truly good routine to integrate into my life and I plan to continue it in a similar manner once the WK is over.
I mean to say it again as a conclusion. Even if things go south at the moment, be it due to external factors or things out of your control or even one's own failing. I am inspired to say there's room for positive change. But (and I tell this to myself) remember, being annoyed when the daily streak is lost or realizing it is just not possible to fulfill one's own (even small) expectations isn't failure. I wouldn't insult a man for not flossing everyday, so I shouldn't insult myself for the same reason either. It isn't failure, but a confirmation that the path being walked is the right one, I'm just not quite at the finish line yet.