The real flex isn’t being busy. It’s being intentional. Authentic. Passionate about what you do. Eager to get out of bed every morning with purpose. The goal was never to win the race, just to spend your days trying not to fall off the mountain. Trying to afford more moments that matter, outside of the grind.

Today should feel limitless, not like you’re gripping the edge with white knuckles. Are you gripping the edge of a runaway train? Has your hustle been replaced by the weight of holding it all together? Of hanging on? For me, I’m ok with losing the scramble. The race. It’s tiring. Exhausting, actually. But, what I miss is the sustainability.

If this resonates, know that you’re not alone. I get you. I really understand. You’re stuck in the phase nobody glamorizes. And when you’re there, it’s difficult to recalibrate enough to keep moving forward.