I used to think peace came after the work was done. Now I know better.
Sometimes the hardest boundaries to set are with myself: my thoughts, my guilt, my need to prove.
But I’m learning to choose differently.
To rest without shame.
To soften instead of push.
To protect my peace even from the old version of me who didn’t know how.

For most of my life, success had a clear shape:
Busy. Productive. High-achieving.
It was about titles, accomplishments, accolades… the things other people could point to and say, "Look how far she's come."

And I chased it hard.
Every degree. Every opportunity. Every extra hour squeezed out of an already crowded day.

After writing my last post, I realized something important: deciding to return to myself is one thing.
Staying with myself and caring for myself every day after that is a whole different kind of work.

There’s a version of self-care that gets sold to us in curated photos and soft captions, making it seem like something far away. Think plush robes, candlelit baths, seaside getaways, and endless free time.

It’s been a while since I’ve written here.

Long enough that I started to wonder if I’d ever find my way back to this space, this practice, this version of myself.

The truth is - I’ve been busy. Busy working. Busy leading. Busy mothering. Busy doing what so many of us do: showing up for everyone else, while quietly putting my own needs on pause.