In My Own World

I didn’t expect it to mean this much. At first, it was just a new thing—a new person, a new rhythm. But slowly, it became a part of me. The tasks, the small wins, the conversations. The belief in something bigger. Maybe I got too attached, maybe I cared too much—but that’s who I am.  That’s how I show up. Fully, honestly. And now, as this chapter nears its end, I feel a quiet kind of sadness. Not because it failed—but because it mattered. Because I’ll miss the way it shaped my days, my thinking, my heart. But I know I’ll carry it with me. The lessons, the laughter, the growth—it’s all mine to keep. And though the days are numbered, the mark they’ve left won’t fade. I’ll be okay. Just not right away. And that’s okay, too.

Hey you, Yes,  you —the one who’s been carrying more than you let on, the one who keeps showing up even when the weight feels heavy. I know you’ve been trying so hard lately. Trying to be better, to do better, to  be everything  for everyone. But can I gently remind you of something? You don’t have to do it all. You don’t have to have it all figured out. And you absolutely don’t have to earn your rest. You’re allowed to breathe. You’re allowed to just  be. There’s so much pressure these days, isn’t there? Pressure to hustle, to always be productive, to make every second count. But the truth is, not every moment has to be filled. Not every day has to be a masterpiece. Some days are just quiet steps forward. Some days are about surviving, not thriving—and that’s okay. Please don’t be hard on yourself for needing a break. You’re not lazy. You’re human. And humans need rest, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually too. If no one has told you today...