What’s not working:
I feel like I’m trying so hard and still going in circles.
There’s a sense that I’m doing everything I’m “supposed” to do… and yet nothing truly lands.
I don’t feel like I’m in my life—I feel like I’m managing it from the outside.
What do I avoid feeling?
Emptiness. Powerlessness. The fear that nothing I do will ever be enough.
I avoid the silence where the real answers live, because I’m scared of what I might hear.
What story do I keep repeating to myself?
“If I just try harder, they’ll finally see me.”
“If I fix myself enough, maybe I’ll finally belong.”
“If I stay small, I’ll stay safe.”
What part of me feels unheard?
The wild, intuitive part.
The voice that whispers in the middle of the night, “There is more than this.”
The part that doesn’t want to fix life, but to feel it.
What truth have I been unwilling to admit?
That I don’t want the life I’ve been trying to make work.
That it was never really mine.
That I’ve been holding onto a version of myself I’ve outgrown—out of fear, not love.
What would happen if I let it fall apart?
Maybe I’d finally breathe.
Maybe I’d finally hear what my soul has been trying to say all along.
Maybe I’d stop building cages and start building bridges.
🌀Two Soul Questions to Close:
- Whose life have I been trying to live?
- What would my life look like if it was truly mine?
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