I'm Home

I used to think being a successful human meant hustling/stretching every moment of every day. My calendar was a tetris game of commitments, each block stacked tightly against the next. I said yes to everything, wore my exhaustion like a badge of honour, and repeatedly drained myself until I had nothing left to give. I thought this was what good leadership was about – extending myself generously and being everything to everyone, all the time.

But something had to give. Or more accurately, something had to die.

That version of me – the one running on fumes, spreading herself too thin, measuring her worth by her busy-ness – I needed to let her go. And I have.

I've stopped clutching at what was, all the "shoulds," and who I thought I needed to be. In that release, I discovered something profound: when I created space, something magical happened. I found me. 

In the blocks of time I'd previously filled with noise and busy-ness, I now have breathing room and space for new ideas and thoughts to emerge. I started noticing things I'd been too busy to see before. Feeling things I'd been too scared to feel before. Perspectives shifted. Ideas blossomed. My body continued to exhale. It was like finally being able to hear the whispers of my own heart after years of being dominated by a hectic external world and the relentless chatter of my Itty Bitty Shitty Committee; I could finally tune into my heart's quiet wisdom.