There's a specific kind of tired that hits on Friday afternoon.

Not "I worked hard and now I can rest" tired. The other kind. The kind where you close your laptop and just... sit there. Staring at nothing. Because the performance is finally over for the week and you don't know what to do with your face when nobody's watching.

I used to think that was just adulthood. The price of being capable.

It's not. It's the Performance Mask — and if you're reading this, there's a good chance you've been wearing it so long you forgot it's there.

Here's what I know about it: it's not a flaw. It's not weakness. It's the smartest thing you ever built. Somewhere along the way you figured out that being impressive kept you safe, and so you got VERY good at being impressive. All the time. For everyone. Without asking whether it was actually costing you something.

It costs you something.

The good news: you can't take off what you can't name. And now you've named it.

That's where it starts.

— Sola

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