09/03/2025
Some days I hit a wall. My body’s tired, my mind is foggy, and that familiar lingering of inadequacy starts creeping into my thoughts:
You didn’t do enough today.
You’re falling behind.
You should push harder.
And I pushed longer for decades until I was burnt out, fed up, and ill so I don't do that anymore.
The thing is, my fatigue isn’t the problem, it’s the comparison. Comparing today’s tired version of me to yesterday’s superwoman. Comparing my slow pace to someone else’s highlight reel.
That’s where stress sneaks in. Not from the long day itself, but from the story about the long day.
Here’s the reframe I come back to: Being depleted means I’ve poured out energy, and I get to choose how I restore it.
If I drop the comparison and just meet myself where I am, stress softens, space opens, and my thought terrain shifts from “not enough” to “I’m human, and this is part of the rhythm.”
I invite you to check your measuring stick if today feels heavy. Chances are, it’s the story not the moment that’s wearing you out.
