I love the beginning of new months. I love the fresh vibes that the sight of my calendar always brings. I love looking back and reflecting on where I was 30 days ago. This month, I want to take the time to appreciate that after 30 days, I’m coming out with 22 posts, 4 patreon pieces, 4 full days without Social Media, and 60+ handwritten journal pages. 🎉

There are SO many other aspects of my life that I’m unable to stay as committed to (and that need serious fixing) but I’m still choosing to celebrate this, because I know that May witnessed a huge drop on my writing + social media habits.

At some point, I thought I’m never coming back to this page. I thought I was losing connection with my journal. I was starting to despise Social Media (honestly still do…) because I wasn’t allowing myself enough time off, or enough time without my daily episode of the most intense survivor’s guilt that never goes away + the most confusing unconscious comparisons that on most days made me feel like a complete failure. And over the month of June, I thought I really suck as a writer. But still, I chose to stick to my daily posts, no matter how strong the urge was to delete every one of them right after I hit share. And still, I chose to gradually develop a better routine for my relationship with my phone. And so I’m glad to be starting July at a slightly different place, alhamdulillah. (:

My major takeaway from June is:
Quality doesn’t always precede quantity.

Sometimes focusing too much on quality can make you stay right where you are for the longest time, while choosing to take just a step forward – ANY step forward, can eventually take you places.

This page has 400+ posts, do I like them all? Of course not. I even hate some of them. But there are a few that I know would’ve never come to life had it not been for the daily routine. Even if that involved writing just one sentence. Showing up is what matters. And for me, showing up with “anything” everyday matters more than showing up with something of quality every couple of months. It’s harder, it stirs up strong feelings of inadequacy from time to time, but it’s worth it. Ten years from now, I know I’ll thank myself for it.