10/01/2026
Here’s an unpopular truth:
Balance is not what grows forests. Storms do.
What grows you, what stretches you — is often a season of beautiful imbalance.
We love the idea of perfect harmony: work–rest, give–receive, push–pause, all neatly arranged like stones in a zen garden. But real life?
Balance is lovely for resting.
But it’s rarely where transformation is born.
Most of the things in my life came from moments when I was a little tired, scared, and very committed to something bigger than comfort.
Not burnt out.
But devoted…. for…
• that dream that won’t let you sleep,
• a project that asks for your evenings,
• a calling that rearranges your calendar and your nerves.
The danger isn’t pushing.
The danger is pushing without meaning.
Without asking: Is this stretching me, or shrinking me?
Because there’s a kind of push that feels alive — muscles burning, heart open, eyes bright.
And there’s a kind of push that feels numb, brittle, disconnected from why you started.
So maybe the real wisdom isn’t “keep life balanced at all times,”
but something braver and more honest:
Let life be uneven, but stay in relationship with yourself while you climb ❤️
There will be seasons for building.
Seasons for integrating.
Seasons for resting.
Trying to flatten them into constant equilibrium can actually slow your becoming.
And maybe for someone like you —
gentle, polite balance has never been the force that creates visions.
So no… you’re not wrong to feel that you can’t progress without pushing.
Just let the push be conscious, chosen, and tethered to meaning —
not to guilt, not to fear, not to proving. 🙏