When did consistency start to feel like failure? Instead of reflecting on our accomplishments or congratulating ourselves on the hard work in a moment of respite, we fix our gaze to the mountains ahead, berating ourselves for not being on top of those distant feats already.
It’s like the entire world is on fast forward and I’m stuck in pause. Or slow motion. Watching people and faces drift in and out of focus all around me, wondering if at some point it’ll all slow down and I’ll find my footing again.