Day 29 Entry

Coming Clean

This past weekend I went quiet. I didn’t stop meditating or training, but I did stop posting. I slipped into what I call a sexual release rite — a habit that used to soothe the kid in me, giving temporary relief but leaving me in a low, cocooned state afterward.

I’m not beating myself up for it. That younger part of me was reaching for comfort the only way he knew how. But I’ve chosen to let that pattern go. Life is calling me toward real experiences, not basement loops.

Even in that quiet state, I was still climbing — meditating, training, breathing. And now I’m rising back with more strength and clarity. This journey isn’t just about spotless streaks; it’s about turning even the slips into momentum.

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