Day 9 · 6am
You did not write yesterday, and I am not going to pretend that was fine. You told me week two is where you have always stopped, and here it is.
I am not impressed by a run of days, because there isn't one. There is just yesterday, and today. Today you get the 6am version of the decision, before the day gives you a reason not to.
The person you described drinks the coffee on the steps and watches the street wake up. That person still exists this morning. Nothing that happened yesterday changed that.
So: shoes on, out the door, ten minutes, and that is the whole ask.
— you, ten weeks from the day you started