Day One

 Why today? Why start blogging now?

Simple—it’s my birthday, guys 😂. But hold on, before you start guessing, I didn’t put any dates in this “book.” So good luck with that.

Now, let’s get real. To be the greatest at anything, you’ve gotta make sacrifices. And trust me, I’ve had to cut out a lot to chase this dream of becoming a professional footballer.

For example:

• I loved hanging out with my boys after matches, just talking nonsense until 9 or 10 PM. Cut. Gone.

• Movies and anime? Whew. Painful, but also cut. Shout-out to Demon Slayer: Infinity Castle though—that was the last anime I watched. (Yeah, I watched it on a camera copy before it dropped officially 👀. I’d plug the site, but nah, I don’t want to get cancelled for piracy 😂).

Luckily, I was never a big party guy anyway, so that wasn’t a real sacrifice.

After distractions were gone, I had to lock in on the grind. That meant:

• Training solo for at least an hour, four days a week.

• Team sessions twice a week.

• And because I needed something to break the monotony and fight fatigue, I joined a dance club at uni. So far? Only two choreos mastered 😭. Turns out dancing is way harder than it looks. But hey, I said I want to be the greatest, so yeah… one day I’ll be smooth with it.

Now, side note: I’m also in tech. Final year of my course, so I couldn’t just throw school away. I had to split my time between football, tech, and dance. My “template day” looked something like this:

Wake up: 5:00 AM  
Tech work: 5:00 – 6:30  
Chores: 7:00 – 8:00  
Ball (solo training): 8:30 – 9:30  
School/dance class: 10:00  
Team practice: 5:00 – 7:00  
Sleep: 9:00 PM  

(And yeah, on dance days, no team practice. Can’t break myself in half.)

Now for the recap of Day One:
I woke up late. Around 7 AM. My dad hit me with the “clean the fridge” chore because, well… we had a mini roach infestation 🥲. And me? Heavy sleeper, so I did it half-dead, half-asleep. After that, I danced. Or… tried to dance 😂. Ran through the moves we learned the night before.

Then I hit my solo session. Got it done. Fast-forward—here I am, writing this at 11:30 PM. Real-time blogging, baby. Sorry if Day One feels rushed, but hey—you’ve got 364 more days to look forward to 😂.

Highlight of the day? After dance, I linked up with my friends, and this wild question came up:

👉 “If you’re given choice A or B, do you actually have to pick either one? Or can you just… not choose at all?”