Blog 19: To the Journey and to Us Not Giving Up


When Words Feel Scarce
This week, I find myself with very little to say. It’s not that there’s nothing happening—there’s actually too much. My hope feels weakened, stretched thin by the expectations I place on myself to "get it together," to make things work, to rise above. The pressure is real, and lately, it’s been sitting heavily on my shoulders, pressing down on every part of my being.



The Weight of Self-Expectation
I’m aware that most of the weight I carry comes from within—from the dreams I have, the goals I’m chasing, and the high standards I set for myself. I want to be further. I want to feel more in control. And when that doesn’t happen on my timeline, it feels like failure—even when I know it isn’t.

But despite that, I am deeply grateful. Grateful that I’m still in the game. Grateful that even when I’m tired, I haven’t stopped. Grateful for the self-awareness that allows me to acknowledge my weariness without drowning in it.

Grace for the Process
What I’ve come to understand is that success doesn’t always look like action. Sometimes, it’s rest. Sometimes, it’s showing up in small ways. And sometimes, it’s just surviving the day without giving up. I don’t take lightly the internal battles we all face—the silent fights against burnout, imposter syndrome, comparison, and fear.

This week reminded me that I am not alone in this. That everyone has hurdles. That everyone is fighting something. And that it’s okay if all I did was breathe and believe that maybe tomorrow will be better.

Still Tired, Still Moving
Yes, I’m still tired. Yes, the journey still feels overwhelming at times. But I will move—still. I’ll keep walking, even if it’s slowly. Because stopping isn’t an option, not when the vision is so deeply embedded in my heart. Not when I know I was created for more.

Choosing to Stay
What keeps me grounded is knowing that the journey isn’t about perfection. It’s about perseverance. It’s about staying when it feels easier to leave. It’s about showing up for yourself even when your hope is a flicker instead of a flame.

To the Journey
So, here’s to the journey. To the messy, beautiful, stretching, exhausting, but deeply transformative journey. And here’s to all of us who refuse to give up. Who choose to keep believing, even when the evidence is scarce.

Here’s to the late bloomers. To the tired dreamers. To the ones who move in silence and pray in private. Your story matters. Your presence matters. And your growth, even if it’s quiet, is still valid.

We keep going. We keep showing up. And we keep trusting that it will all make sense someday.

Amen.


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