Today was the twenty-seventh day of Ramadan, and it’s my 400th blog post—one of the last days of fasting
Ooh, it’s kind of crazy sometimes—I catch myself thinking, how did I manage to write so many posts? Keeping up every day, sharing something consistently… it surprises me. Time really flew; it feels like yesterday was the first day of Ramadan, and now tomorrow will be the second-to-last day, the twenty-eighth. I’m really grateful for this experience, and I can’t wait to share more posts about my trips and life soon.
Today was calm and pretty usual. I woke up early, around 3 am, to start one of my last fasting days. Everything was quiet and peaceful; the streetlights were still off, and the sky was dark. My meal was already ready, so I just warmed it up in the microwave and finished in about twenty minutes. After eating, I didn’t go back to bed—sleeping right after isn’t healthy. I spent about an hour doing some tasks on my laptop before finally going to bed around 5 am.
I also feel a little nostalgic thinking back to the first days of Ramadan. Back then, I’d wake up at 4 am—or sometimes even later. Now I wake up much earlier to prepare better, and honestly, it feels easier, even though I still get tired sometimes. I’m really happy I managed to fast through the whole month without skipping a day. It gives me this deep sense of satisfaction, and I feel proud of myself for staying consistent and not giving up.
Today was the twenty-seventh day of Ramadan. It's my 400th post on my blog. These are the last days of fasting.
Ooh, it's really crazy, because it's my 400th post on my blog. Sometimes I'm surprised and ask myself, how can I write so many posts? Especially keep consistency and each day share posts. Also, the time flew so fast even I couldn't notice that yesterday was the first day of Ramadan. But tomorrow will be the second-to-last day, the twenty-eighth day. I'm really grateful for this experience, and I want to share more posts about my trips and my life in the near future.
This day was calm and usual. I woke up early in the morning to begin one of my last days of fasting, it was around 3 am. Everything felt quiet and peaceful, the streetlights still kept turned off, and the sky also was dark. My meal already was prepared, so I didn't worry about it a lot. I just warmed my meal in the microwave and in around twenty minutes finished. After eating, as usual, I never go to bed because it's not healthy. I needed to spend some time, so I took about an hour and did some tasks behind the laptop. When I went to bed, the time was about 5 am.
I also want to have a bit of nostalgia, recall the first days of fasting, and make some conclusions. When I fasted the first days, I woke up at 4 am, maybe even much later. But now the time has changed, and I need to wake up much earlier to prepare better. Fortunately, it feels much easier than the beginning, even though I still feel tired sometimes. Of course, I'm so happy because I could finish this sacred month without skipping. Honestly, it gives me a strong sense of satisfaction, and I feel proud of myself for staying consistent and not giving up.