Life is not always black or white, it is mostly Grey

There was a time when I believed everything could be divided into neat categories. If I did the right thing, I’d get the right result. If I used enough determination, the road ahead would be straight and simple. I expected my journey to be a straightforward line between effort and reward. But life keeps proving me wrong, painting over those clear borders with shades of grey I never saw coming.

Every day is an exercise in accepting that things don’t always go my way. I might wake up ready for progress, convinced that today will be different, only to face old patterns or unexpected temptation. Sometimes, even the strongest resolve wavers, and that’s when the grey settles in. Now, instead of fighting it, I remind myself it’s all part of the process. That I can’t control everything, and perfection is a myth.

What I can do is show up- one day, one choice at a time. Some days feel easier; others, like trudging through fog. I’m learning to stay committed, even when it feels like improvements are slow, setbacks are frequent, or the future is unclear. Patience isn’t just a word. It’s an action, practiced in the messiness of real life.

The fog may not always lift, but each step teaches me something valuable. Bit by bit, I’ve learned that the heroism isn’t in getting everything ‘right.’ It’s in showing up, again and again, even when the colours blur and the way forward looks uncertain.

That’s how I live now: imperfectly, authentically, and with hope; right in the heart of the Grey.