Maybe the biggest plot twist is this:
You finally choose you.
Not the noise.
Not the shoulds.
Not the shiny stuff that looks good but feels like hell.
You choose yourself.
Your peace. Your pace. Your blinking sanity.
Because here’s what I know:
The loudest thing doesn’t always deserve your attention.
The fastest route isn’t always the right one. It’s the one that totally compromises every bit of you.
You’re allowed to want quiet.
To want gentle. Peace.
To turn down the noise.
To want space that doesn’t ask you to perform to be allowed in it.
Some days that choice looks like a deep breath.
A walk.
Turning your phone off. (Need to practice this one but not when the son is in Barcelona at a festival)
Not explaining yourself for once.
Not fixing a single bloody thing.
Not holding the sky up today.
That’s not weakness.
That’s not giving up.
That’s the most radical act of self-care, self-leadership there is.
This is how we create the ripples, build the energy, the scaffolding to crack on with the stuff that counts.
Because this - this is how we come back.
This is how we remember who we were before we got so damn busy proving we could do it all.
This is where the next chapter starts - not with a bang, but with a blinkin’ exhale.
You don’t need to shout to be sure of yourself.
You just need to choose you.
Even if today that means doing absolutely nothing.
Especially then.
(Me choosing me. And the dog obviously. Always choosing the dog.)
Yes... the exhale. ❤️