I used a simple scale. Zero meant completely calm, ten meant full-blown panic. I aimed for something
around a three to a six. Enough to trigger the learning I needed, not so much that I burnt out and
could not face doing it again tomorrow. The goal was always to keep the chain going, not to have one
heroic day followed by a week of hiding.
On a bad day, when everything felt like a nine or ten, I lowered the step. Standing at the front door
instead of walking to the shop. Sitting on the doorstep instead of going to the pavement. That was
still practice. That still counted. On a better day, I nudged it up. Stayed a minute longer. Walked
a bit further. Tried it without my water bottle.
The rule I kept coming back to: something every day, scaled to what I have today.
Consistency beats intensity.