I Don’t Need to Always Be Working on Myself

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There was a time I turned everything into self-work.

A bad mood? What wound is this linked to?
A craving? What am I avoiding?
A mistake? Time to dissect it and rewrite the narrative.

And while that kind of awareness helped me heal… it also became exhausting.

Because I forgot how to just be.

I forgot that I don’t have to mine every moment for meaning.
That I don’t need to optimise, improve, or explain everything I do.
That some days are just days. Some thoughts don’t need unpacking. Some habits don’t need fixing right now.

Sometimes I’m just tired. Or grumpy. Or a little unmotivated.
That doesn’t mean I’m broken. It means I’m alive.

So now, I’m learning to rest inside myself—not always work on myself.

There’s nothing to prove. Not even to me.