The world tells me consistency is what makes me great - my Duolingo streak or hitting my hydration goal every day- but I’m not proud of that. I’m proud of every time I return. Every time I *don’t* do the thing or break the streak and then I *come back* to the thing. Because it’s in celebrating the returning that we can acknowledge how human it is to be imperfect, and how brave it is to come back and do it again, knowing that it’ll be inconsistent and bumpy all over again…and trying anyways.