Why Consistency Is Hard… But Still Worth It

Some days don’t come with any special vibe, they just come with stress and small struggles that pile up. Today was one of those days. I had three classes running back to back from 10am till 4pm, and by the time we were done, my head was already full. One lecture to another, no real break to breathe, just moving from hall to hall, trying to stay awake and still understand what the lecturers were saying.

I won’t even lie, by the time I stepped out of the last class, all I was thinking about was food and my bed. That kind of tired where you’re not sick, but you’re not okay either. Just… drained. So I dragged myself back to the hostel, already planning what I would cook, only to meet the usual Nigerian hostel surprise — no light.

If you’ve ever stayed in a hostel, you already know what that means. No light equals no hotplate, and no hotplate means cooking just became a problem. On top of that, water wasn’t flowing too. I came back and saw people moving up and down with buckets, looking for where to fetch water. At that point, I was just glad I had filled my bucket the previous day. Honestly, water in this hostel is a story on its own — one of these days I’ll write a full post just about that wahala, because it’s really something.

Anyway, hunger was not smiling with me. I couldn’t wait for light because nobody knows when NEPA will decide to show mercy. So I just borrowed a stove and fried the last piece of yam I had. Simple, nothing fancy, but it did the job. Sometimes it’s those small wins that keep you going.

Looking at how the day went, it made me think about consistency in a very real way. Not the motivational kind, but the everyday kind. The type where you still go to class even when you’re tired, you still come back and sort out food even when there’s no light, and you still take care of yourself instead of giving up. It’s easy to be consistent when everything is smooth, but days like this are where it really counts.

There was nothing dramatic about today. No big celebration, no huge achievement. Just me going to my classes, coming back tired, finding a way to eat, and making sure I had water to survive the evening. But sometimes that’s what progress looks like — not loud, not flashy, just steady.

Tired me waiting for the last class to begin 😩

fried yam only, no stew, sauce, egg or drink 😔

Decided to try a new pattern of photo placement, please curators and fellow steemit people, hope this is allowed and acceptable.

As I’m writing this, I’m still tired, but I’m also glad I didn’t let the day beat me. It’s funny how these normal days end up teaching you the most. You learn patience, you learn how to adapt, and you learn that even when things aren’t perfect, you can still move forward.

Have you had one of those days where everything felt a bit stressful but you still managed to pull through somehow? I’d really like to hear about it.