Every morning since my stroke, I’ve made a promise to myself: stay consistent. I’ve always known what I needed to do, but consistency was my biggest challenge. That changed when I started writing down my daily goals first thing in the morning.
📋 I keep my list close, checking it throughout the day. Each checkmark feels like a victory—a quiet celebration of progress. It’s a feeling I can’t quite explain, but it fills me with joy and purpose.
As I move through the day, I notice things I want to add to tomorrow’s list. But I’ve learned not to overdo it. Pacing myself keeps me on track and prevents burnout. This rhythm of planning, doing, and reflecting has become my anchor.
💖 I love this new version of me. She’s focused. She’s intentional. She’s healing.
Inside the mind of cree 