02/02/2026
This morning isn’t about motivation. It’s about steadiness.
I’ve realised something over the past few weeks and it’s uncomfortable to admit.
I spent a long time hoping someone would come along and make me feel safe again.
Not rescue me.
Not fix me.
Just… steady me.
And when that didn’t happen, I either isolated or stayed in situations that kept my nervous system on edge because at least that felt familiar.
What I’m learning now is this:
Safety doesn’t arrive as a person.
It arrives as rhythm.
Same gym days.
Same routines.
Boundaries that don’t wobble.
Choosing calm over chaos.
And not punishing myself for being human.
January knocked me. I won’t pretend otherwise.
But it also showed me exactly what I can’t carry forward.
I don’t need intensity.
I don’t need convincing.
I don’t need saving.
I need consistency from myself first.
If this resonates, you’re not broken.
You’re recalibrating.
And that phase is quieter than people expect.
This is me choosing steadiness.
Again.