Blog 23: Hey, Yourself


A soft reminder to rest and reflect.

Waking Up with Joy
Hey, yourself.
This week has been amazing, hey? I woke up each day excited, ready to face the morning with an open heart. My mind felt clear—lighter, even—and there was no anxiety clouding my vision. Just peace. Just presence.

It’s been a long time since I felt this in my body. Like I’m finally breathing again after holding it in for months. I allowed myself the luxury of rest and the tenderness of reflection—and that, in itself, felt like a miracle.



Facing the Exhaustion I'd Been Ignoring
I realised something this week: I hadn’t given myself the space to truly process life—its weight, its surprises, its pressures. I’ve been in motion for so long, running from one task to the next, that I forgot what stillness felt like. That caught up with me.

It showed up in my face. In my attitude. In my spirit. I was exhausted, bestie.
And when exhaustion lingers long enough, it doesn’t just wear you down—it changes you. It becomes desperation. It becomes bottled-up anger that bruises you from the inside.

But Then Came the Calm
But these past few weeks have been different. The noise in my mind has quieted. The inner critic softened. And in its place, I’ve found a calm that feels like home.

It didn’t come from a grand event or massive shift. It came from me choosing to slow down. To breathe. To ask myself how I’m really doing—and to listen to the answer.

A Word to My Future Self (and Yours)
Hey, yourself—future me, present me, and any soul who needs this reminder.
I hope you’re okay.
I hope in the midst of all your hustle, ambition, and unrelenting drive… you remember to rest.

Please don’t wait for a crash to give yourself permission to pause. Rest is not a reward—it’s a requirement. Reflection isn’t indulgent—it’s transformational.

That’s where your clarity lives. That’s where your energy will come from.
That’s how you’ll begin again, renewed.

Love and Light, Always

To anyone reading this: you are not behind.
You are not weak for being tired.
Your strength lies not just in your hustle—but in your ability to heal.

So slow down.
Breathe.
Reclaim your joy, one quiet moment at a time.


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