I have been writing over two years straight, 782 days in a row as of today. The next meaningful milestone is still quite far away. Even counting full hundreds that's over two weeks away. And even those don't feel that special anymore.
From time to time it can feel daunting. There are still so many days left until the next one. And a day, or ten, doesn't seem to make any difference. It feels like there is no real progress.
But on the other hand, it has been almost two months since I started also publishing on 200wad. It feels like I just started and now I'm already close to the two months mark. Only four more days to go until that. Feels like I'm almost there.
Of course, at this rate, those milestones too will start to get further apart. Few days won't make that much difference anymore. Days and weeks turn into months and then years. They become harder to count. It's easy to lose track and feel overwhelmed once again.
I need more of those waypoints to make the streak more meaningful. Some close enough goals that feel worth working for. Something that feels more achievable. It is so hard when any individual contribution diminishes into a mere fraction of the progress instead of making any meaningful leaps towards the next milestone.