I don’t fully believe in myself, but I keep going

Today I didn’t wake up confident.
I woke up doubting myself again.
I still question if I’m capable.
If I’ll stay consistent.
If this will last.
But I showed up.
Not because I feel ready,
but because stopping feels worse than trying.
I’m learning that believing in yourself doesn’t always come first.
Sometimes action comes before confidence.
Today I don’t feel strong.
I just feel present.
And for now, that’s enough.