The Days I Feel Quiet

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Some days, I feel quiet.

Not sad. Not numb. Just inward. Slower. Like I’m not meant to be producing or performing or even explaining myself. Just existing gently.

For a long time, I’d fight that. I’d worry I was slipping. That I wasn’t “inspired.” That I had nothing to offer. And I’d try to stir something up—just to feel more alive.

But I’ve learned: quiet is not the opposite of growth.
It’s often the space where growth lands.

Where the lessons integrate.
Where the healing settles in.
Where nothing dramatic happens—yet something shifts underneath.

The quiet days don’t mean I’m lost.
They mean I’m recalibrating.

And sometimes, I don’t need to do anything but allow them.

Let the silence breathe.

Let myself rest inside it.