When we feel these alarming symptoms of depression, dread, and procrastination…it’s a sign that we’re moving in a way that’s not completely aligned. It’s not a sign of being broken.

It’s a sign that you’re walking through thick mud - energetically…instead of a nicely paved sidewalk.

It’s meant to feel deeply uncomfortable, so that the friction causes you to go in another direction.

That’s what friction is in our lives, it’s an opportunity to struggle just enough so that we choose another route.

Somewhere between work deadlines, motherhood, personal development books, and constantly trying to “get it right,” I lost the part of me that knew how to be still.

But I’ve found her again, on the quiet days.
The slow ones.
The days I once called “lazy,” now I call balanced. Purposeful. Empowering.

For me, the hardest part of growth wasn’t deciding who I wanted to be.

It was choosing to let go of the version of myself I had spent years perfecting.

The version that overworked to prove she was capable.
The version that said yes when she wanted to say no.
The version that didn’t rock the boat…even when the boat was sinking.