Tag: personal growth
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I doubt almost every post before I publish it. Am I good enough to be saying any of this? Who am I to write about boundaries, or burnout, or kindness, as though I’ve got it figured out? What will people think — too preachy, too soft, a bit of a know-it-all dressed up as gentle…
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My father saw the world in two colours. Right or wrong, with him or against him, nothing in between. I grew up thinking that was just what conviction looked like, and for a long time, I built myself the same way. In practice, that meant friendships ran on a kind of test I never told…
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Many of us struggle with setting boundaries — not because we don’t know what we need, but because we’re afraid of what will happen if we say it out loud. The fear of rejection or abandonment. The anxiety that we’ll seem selfish or unkind. The discomfort of potential conflict. For some, there’s guilt and a…
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There was a time when being busy felt like a badge of honor. Full calendars, inboxes overflowing, days of 10 to 12 hours of work — all signs that you were doing something right. That you were needed. That you mattered. But lately, something has shifted. Not in a loud or headline-worthy way. Just small,…
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Why boundaries aren’t rejection — they’re self-respect There’s a kind of power that doesn’t shout. It doesn’t show up in titles or loud opinions. It doesn’t fill every room it enters. It doesn’t perform or persuade or push. Sometimes, power looks like a quiet no. A soft voice, steady and kind, that says: I can’t…
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I remember a morning in Sweden, partway through a solo trip with the dogs last spring, when the map looked more like a question mark than a plan. The evening before, I’d pulled into a quiet patch of pine forest. No cell service, no signal — just wind moving through the trees and the occasional…
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When did slowness become something to fix? Somewhere along the way, taking your time became almost suspicious — as if moving carefully, resting often, or pausing to breathe meant you weren’t serious about life. Productivity became the ultimate measure of worth. Busyness became a badge. And anyone who dared to move at a different pace…