DAY 143, CORK, IRELAND

Being consistent has never been my asset.
It all started with being a "smart but lazy kid".
Everything was always easy for me.
I never had to learn to get good grades.
Meeting my school requirements was relying on going to class and doing my homework.
It was enough to get very good grades.
I was one of the smartest kid in my class. With no effort I accomplished more than my classmates after many hours of work.

That tactic worked perfectly until I went to high school.
I remember I passed the test about virus after third attempt, rest of the biology tests I passed after the second one.
That was a change.
I also remember the first English test, I finished it first. Very proud of myself.
I was also one of the few who hadn't pass it.
One of my closest friends told me in first class that I won't pass maths to the next class.
I did.
I passed all.
But I only remember studying hard once. Before my Baccalaureate.
I remember barely passing the mock maths exam at the very begining of senior year.
I started studying exactly one month before the official exam (about 6 months later).
Every day, for few hours. Until there where no topics left unlearned.
I passed my maths Baccalaureate in 86%.

But that's not the point.
The point is I never had to be consistent to achieve what I wanted, what I had to.
And here I am, 25 years old, aspiring to accomplish BEYOND "enough".
I've been starting many times.
And all of that bring me to this point.
I'm tired of fresh starts.
Can this be the last one?