Blog 24: The Love of the Process

Not Just Survival—But Passionate Living

The kind of love you develop for the process is different from just tolerating your circumstances or “hanging in there.” It’s not the same as survival or showing up simply because you have to.
It’s a deep, rich, intoxicating commitment to growth—and to yourself.

I’ve always desired more than just existence. More than just getting through the day or checking things off a list. I want to be purposefully aligned with my goals. I want to look at my life and feel like, yes, this is mine, and I love it.

I live for the days when I’m completely overwhelmed—not by chaos, but by the dreams I once longed for finally becoming my reality. That pressure to show up… it would be exhilarating. Scary? Sure. But deeply fulfilling. Because even with the weight of responsibility, I know I’d still go. I’d still show up. I’d still honor that version of myself.


More Than A Paycheck

Working just to make a living has never been a remedy that worked for me.
There’s something soul-draining about trading time and energy for a life that doesn’t inspire you.
And I’ve felt it—the slow drift into disconnection.
I’ve caught myself floating into my own world, dreaming about “more.”
More meaning. More impact. More joy. Even if it came at the cost of comfort and stability.

Call it reckless. Call it ambitious.
But I’ve never wanted a life that felt like a cage I had to decorate.
I’ve always desired freedom with intention.

To Wake Up Loving the Journey

I want to wake up in love with my life.
I want to feel excited about my routine, to do things daily that feel aligned with who I am.
I want my work to nourish me. I want my days to fill me, not drain me.

And not just in some distant future—but now. In the small things.
In the early mornings, the quiet coffees, the passion projects, the bold steps.
I want to fall in love with this process. Because I’ve realized that life doesn’t start “then.”
It starts now.

And I Hope the Same For You

I hope you’re working on something that sets your soul on fire.
I hope you find yourself smiling at your own growth, even in silence.
I hope that when you lie in bed at night, you know you’re not just surviving,
but slowly, beautifully becoming.

You deserve more than just “hanging in there.”
You deserve love—for your journey, your vision, your life.
And it starts with choosing to love your process.


Regards 
lover at heart 

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