This year has been such a hard year, and one of the small things I was proud of not falling to the side was Spanish. Some days I only did a small lesson, but I was making progress. I was only a few days away from a 365-day streak (with some streak freezes used) when life did its thing and I broke my streak.
It was one more disappointment I didn’t need, and I just stopped entirely.
It’s been a month now, and yesterday my oldest asked why I hadn’t done a lesson yet (she saw the dying Duo on the widget), and I didn’t have an answer.
How do you explain that you were mourning yet another failed goal? That you have failed every single thing you set to accomplish…again? And a 2-minute Spanish exercise was just another representation of that failure?
Instead of words, I opened the app and we did a lesson together.
It’s a streak of one.
This morning I made a streak of two, because I went to bed after midnight and did one more before falling asleep.
It doesn’t feel real or like salvation or anything amazing. But at least the bird isn’t dead on the widget anymore.
