One Apple A Day #300
Three hundred apples.
It looks like an achievement that deserves some kind of celebration.
The problem is that I’ve never been good at celebrating achievements.
I remember my father telling me that it was my duty to do my best and get positive results at school.
Doing well was the goal.
Achieving the goal was the minimum.
So, nothing to celebrate about it.
The goal of this project was to create a habit.
And I did it.
I achieved the goal.
So, why celebrating?
Why should I reward myself?
To be honest, it took more than three hundred days to get here.
I started the project 409 days ago, so I missed 109 apples on the way.
I can see this numbers in two ways.
I have a failure rate of 26.65%.
I have a success rate of 73.45%.
Interesting how the same data can lead to two completely different stories. One of success and one of failure.
Give people facts without a story, and they will create a story to make sense of the facts. - Dave Gray
So what’s my story here?
When I started the aim was to “write for 90 days” to create a new habit.
I created the habit.
And 409 days later I’m still writing.
It was an experiment about habit’s creation.
It became a story of resilience and love.
Resilience, because I may have stumbled here and there along the way, but I’m still moving forward.
Love, because there is no goal to achieve for me.
Not anymore.
There is only the love of writing.
And love is always worth celebrating.
Any suggestions on how I can reward myself?