You decided this was going to be the thing. Maybe it was reading every night, or practising an instrument, or doing some exercise — something you genuinely wanted to get good at. You imagined the future-you who'd done it for months, and you liked that person. Day one was easy; you were full of energy. Day two, fine. By day four you missed it. By day six you'd half-forgotten the whole idea. Now it's been over a week, and the bright plan has quietly faded, like it always seems to. You're not even disappointed in a big way. That's almost the strange part — you've started so many things this way that giving up has started to feel normal.