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The Ultimate Joy of Staying Consistent

 As I've mentioned in one of my blogs before, I have a guitar sitting back at my home, covered in dust and spider webs, because I gave up on learning it even though I took great interest in it initially. I also have this sketchbook which doesn't have more than ten pages drawn sitting in the drawer of my study table in my room. There are many things I've wanted to accomplish in life. But I've always put them off or stopped doing them in the middle of doing them because of some reason or the other. This has left a lot of my dreams hanging. 

For as long as I can remember, I've always loved to write. In my school, I was the insufferable favourite student of all my English teachers and my classmates used to hate me at times for it. I've always found writing to be a healthy outlet for my emotions and feelings. I was never all that good at speech. I stuttered and fumbled, and I still do. But when I write, I can express things perfectly, just how I want them to be expressed. And it's exactly because of this that writing has become one of my favourite things to do in the whole entire world.

I see inspiration for my writing in every single thing I come across. To me, people are not merely people. The sky is not just a common natural phenomenon. They all bleed emotions. They all are scopes for poetry. My writings used to be limited to my diary, notebook, notes app, close friends or anonymous people on the internet up until thirty days ago. That's when one of my professors came into class and proposed this challenge where we had to blog for thirty consecutive days without fail. This gave me, who had put off blogging for almost two years even though it had been on my mind since then, the push that I needed to actually get started.

And I did. There were times I doubted myself. There were times I was afraid to share my thought processes with people who knew me in my daily life. I also thought I might fail this challenge I undertook because there were times when I opened my laptop, came to blogger.com and sat in my seat staring at a white blank page for an hour or two. But no matter what, I refused to break my writing streak here. Blogging has given me a platform to speak what I feel unlike ever before. The appreciation I have gotten from classmates, professors and even a HOD mam from another department are all things that I cherish for it has boosted my confidence and love for writing significantly. I'm really grateful to the professor who gave me the opportunity for this. Sir, I know you are reading this. And I want you to know that I owe it all to you.

This is one of the very few things I've been thoroughly consistent with and I'm proud of myself for having completed the 30-day mark on this challenge. This has shown me how consistency can bring one immense happiness at the end of it all and has motivated me to put in the same effort in everything else that I want to accomplish. 

So yes, they really did mean it when they said 'consistency is the key to success'.

So if you really do love something and you really want to excel at it, be consistent at working on it and improving yourself day by day by day. For-

"It's not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives. It's what we do consistently."

-Anthony Robbins.



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