I'm going to get that Job. Move into a place I can make more of a home. Earn a salary that allows me to breathe, to save and take care of myself and my family. I'm going to get my fitness in check and be a better version of myself.
Let me be REAL for a minute: You cannot work full time, stay in great shape, be an amazing spouse, be a great parent, keep up with every friend, build a business, invest, grow your wealth, travel, read, have hobbies, keep the house together, answer every text, eat perfectly, sleep 8 hours a night and somehow be fully present for ALL OF IT. That’s complete bullshit.
Underrated life advice: Just be easy to work with. Show up on time. Do what you said you'd do. Bring solutions, not problems. Never create drama. Be responsive. Be emotionally consistent. Hit gym everyday. Be kind. People will always want to support someone who just makes their life easier.
Gotta STAY CLEAR of folks who don't value the small sacrifices you make... like spending money you barely got, pulling up when you tired, giving advice, carrying their problems, or being the one who always checks in first. Some people only love the benefits, never the person. They'll use your energy just to go pour it into everybody but the one who's actually helping them.
Gotta STAY CLEAR of folks who don't value the small sacrifices you make... like spending money you barely got, pulling up when you tired, giving advice, carrying their problems, or being the one who always checks in first. Some people only love the benefits, never the person. They'll use your energy just to go pour it into everybody but the one who's actually helping them.
Next September, 2027 at this exact time, you will be standing in the places you used to dream about. Living your most beautiful rich life. Send this to yourself.
If you’re an easy going, emotionally regulated and respectful person, you’ll notice many times in life that people will work a lot harder trying to maintain the connections of those in their life with the complete opposite energy from you. You’ll watch other people be rude, mean, cold, disrespectful, toxic, difficult, inconsistent, emotionally volatile, and exhibit traits that really should not require accommodating or enabling, yet somehow those people receive a level of effort, grace and compassion from others that you rarely ever see directed towards you.
No amount of chemistry, attraction or feelings will be enough if your partner does not understand this one thing, "your home situation". I've been in a relationship for 6 years, and the most important thing I've realized is that no two people grow up in the same house. Maybe you grew up around domestic violence, financial stress and lack of love and affection. Or maybe you grew up around stability, love and people who made you feel safe, both situations shape everything, the way you love, how you think, how you handle conflict and how you see yourself. So when two people from very different backgrounds come together they're not just meeting each other, they're meeting years of beliefs, habits, experiences that they had no idea the other person was carrying. That's why it matters so much to have a partner that doesn't judge you for where you come from, someone who doesn't shame you for your story and realizes that some of the reactions started long before they actually walked into your life. So the right partner won't just try to understand your behavior, but they'll also try to understand the experience shape it.
I actually enjoy working with “difficult” people. Clear boundaries. Very professional. No crossing of lines. No “favours”. Just the right thing, the right way, professionally, with correct timings
I no longer have any desire to try and show people how harmful they’re being, especially when they’ve proved they won’t take accountability and simply do not care about the harm they’re causing. I don’t have the energy for that anymore.
You can't gaslight a skilled communicator with strong pattern recognition, intuition and discernment. You can't convince them they're the problem when you can't even hold space for an uncomfortable conversation because you're too self-absorbed to face yourself.
🌸 letting go of someone does not mean you stopped loving them. It means you started trusting God more than you trusted their presence. Some people you love best from a distance… and that is still love.
Meanwhile, we could be struggling financially, struggling in our career, losing hope in different areas of life, lacking self love, carrying unresolved family issues, childhood wounds, abandonment, grief, insecurity, shame, low self worth, so many things internally that need our attention, but instead of turning towards ourselves, we pour all of that energy into somebody else. Part of this is about control. Trying to fix somebody else can give you a false sense of power when you feel powerless in your own life. Their problems become a project, and projects give you something to focus on.
If you’re looking for someone to save, start by saving yourself. Sometimes we don’t realise that our obsession with trying to save other people is actually a way of avoiding ourselves. We become so focused on their wounds, their potential, their trauma, their bad habits, their lack of direction, their emotional issues and everything we think they need to fix, that we don’t have to sit still long enough to look at what is going on in our own lives.
Don’t let anyone manipulate you into being the bad guy by focusing entirely on your reaction to their disrespect. People will hurt you and then expect to police your response to that hurt. They’ll centre their own emotions triggered by the consequences of their actions, while completely disregarding the emotions they caused in you in the first place.
My therapist asked me what I would do with my time if no one needed anything from me for a full week. I said I had no idea. She asked if that felt like freedom or like panic. Panic, I said, immediately. She said, when empty time feels like a threat, it means your identity is entirely built on being needed. And that is a fragile thing to build a life on. I drove home and looked at my diary and noticed how little of it was actually mine.