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If you're here, I’m really glad. You’re not broken. You’re not too much. You’re not alone. You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to heal. And you're allowed to take up space — even softly. Welcome to Rooted & Resting.
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Maybe Your Life Isn’t Boring. Maybe You’re Just Watching Too Many Other People’s. (opens the original)
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I wonder how many of us have quietly started believing our lives are boring.Not because anything is actually wrong with them.But because we have become so accustomed to watching everyone else live.Someone is traveling.Someone is getting engaged.Someone moved into a beautiful apartment.Someone got the job.Someone started the business.Someone has a group of friends who seem to do everything together.Someone is always somewhere.Always celeb
I Don’t Want to Be Impressive Anymore. I Want to Be at Peace. (opens the original)
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I used to think I wanted a life people would be impressed by.I wanted to accomplish things.Be successful.Be interesting.Have something to show for myself.I wanted to be the kind of person people looked at and thought:She really has her life together.And maybe some of that was ambition.But if I’m honest, some of it was fear.Fear that if I wasn’t doing enough, becoming enough, achieving enough, then maybe I wasn’t enough.I don’t want to live like that anymore.I don’t want to spend my life trying t
Somewhere Along the Way, I Became Someone I’m Proud to Protect (opens the original)
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There was a time when I thought protecting myself meant being tougher.Being less sensitive.Needing less.Expecting less.Caring less.I thought if I could become strong enough, independent enough, unaffected enough, then nothing would have the power to hurt me.I didn’t understand that there was another kind of strength.The kind that doesn’t build walls around you.The kind that looks at your own life and quietly says:I want to take care of this.Somewhere along the way, I became someone I’m proud to
The Exhaustion of Being The Person Who Notices Everything (opens the original)
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Sometimes I wish I could turn it off.Not because I don’t appreciate being observant.Not because I don’t love being someone who cares.But because noticing everything can become its own kind of weight.The smallest changes.The quiet pauses.The shift in someone’s tone.The moment someone says “I’m fine” but something about them says they aren’t.I notice.I always have.And sometimes, that feels like both a gift and a responsibility.The Things Nobody Sees You CarryBeing a person who notices everything o
The Loneliness of Always Being the One Who Understands (opens the original)
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I think there is a quiet exhaustion that comes from being the person everyone feels safe with.The person people call when they need to talk.The person who remembers the details.The person who notices when something feels different.The person who can see the pain underneath someone’s words.And for a long time, I thought this was simply who I was.The understanding one.The patient one.The person who could always make room for someone else’s feelings.But I’m learning that even the people who hold sp
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