90 days.
Coding, building, debugging, breaking things, fixing them again, pushing at weird hours when the house is quiet.
A month ago I wrote about GitHub basically shadow banning me right after I launched Rankistan. Public profile gone, contribution graph blank, Pages down, student benefits pulled. It really did feel like the work had been erased overnight.
It got sorted. Account back. Streak visible again. Rankistan didn’t die. It’s growing now, which I still half don’t believe when I check the numbers.
So this post isn’t only about the habit. It’s also about that coming back and still choosing to sit down anyway.
Early on I negotiated with myself a lot. These days I mostly don’t. The screen comes on, the night does what it does, and consistency feels normal instead of like a discipline flex.
Half the time I was confused. Sometimes I lost hours because the AI hallucinated a whole new approach when a boring fix already existed. Some commits were real features. Some were two lines and bed.
713 contributions in that stretch. Probably the most steadily I’ve ever stuck with anything, and not because most days felt special.
Most days were not a movie montage. Just me, a problem, and whatever patience was left.
Green squares still scratch an itch. I’m not pretending they don’t.
Rankistan is alive. I’m still building. Still learning.
90 days.
Feels less like a streak now and more like how evenings go.