Reposting my diary notes written on 19th Sep 2024
When the examiner called my name and handed me the black belt certificate, I could barely believe it.
The paper felt light in my hands, but I knew the weight it carried was of years of discipline, early mornings, bruised knuckles and knees and unwavering focus.
It was a reminder that consistency beats fear, and that every small step forward, no matter how tiring, eventually becomes a milestone.
Earning The Black Belt
