Published : Saturday, 31 August, 2024 at 12:00 AM Count : 1157
It's been eight months, and honestly, I'm starting to doubt if I can make it through the rest of the year. I'm caught between quitting and pushing forward. I'm both hopeful and exhausted. It's ironic because I've always wished and prayed that this year would be mine. But now, I find myself in tears, unsure if the year will turn out as I hoped.
In these eight months, I've been through so much. I've had to keep my emotions in check because other things took priority. I've set my own dreams aside because I had no other choice. I've had to appear strong even when I didn't feel it. And I've continued on even when part of me wanted to give up. And this is only eight months in. I've always disliked the idea of "half." I don't like half-hearted love, half attention, or half-baked apologies. I've always wanted things to be complete and whole. But looking at life now, maybe "half" isn't so bad.
It's been eight months, which means there's still time left this year to reclaim the dreams and happiness I had to set aside. It means I'm halfway to something better, something I can be proud of and look forward to. It's been eight months, and maybe this halfway point is a reminder that it's okay to still be a work in progress. And maybe it's also a reminder to you that it's okay if you're only halfway there. Keep going.
Anika Fatima is journalist with The Daily Observer
