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2023 (My Year)



Procrastination isn't always a sign of laziness, and not diving into tasks immediately doesn't necessarily mean you're slothful.

Sometimes, your soul craves a break without you even realizing it. It's like needing to kick off your shoes and give your mind, body, and soul a refreshing reset.

Institutions have breaks and holidays because our bodies aren't built for constant overdrive. We're designed to work for a stretch and then take a break. Overloading your body with pressure can lead to collapse, and no matter how hardworking you were, you won't have the energy to push forward.

Putting undue pressure on yourself to meet artificial deadlines is counterproductive. I can confidently share this because I used to be in that position—working so hard that I'd burn out.

Tasks would pile up, and I'd beat myself up, thinking I was lazy and committing one of the seven deadly sins— slothfulness. This led to cycles of depression, periods of feeling stuck, bouncing back to overworking, and the burnout cycle continuing.

It took me a long time to realize that this pattern was self-destructive, hindering my full potential in finances, mental well-being, and spirituality.

For years, I suffered, waking up daily with a heavy, racing heart, eventually leading to severely premature low blood pressure. The doctor said it was unusual for someone young like me to have health issues typical in much older individuals.

That realization prompted me to prioritize self-care for my mind, body, spirit, and soul. I was slowly driving myself toward an early grave due to the overwhelming pressure I placed on myself (no pun intended).

I recall my therapists asking why I was pushing myself to the extreme, and I'd tell them about wanting to build a legacy for my children, even though I didn't have any. We'd all end up laughing at the absurdity.

I spent a decade of my adult life in survival mode—working hard but not smart—and suffered in almost all areas of my life.

My breakdowns weren't because I was weak or lazy; I just wasn't doing life right. I was living in the tough, masculine struggle instead of embracing my soft, feminine energy.

Understanding myself better made everything significantly better. That's why I'm always grateful for 2023.

Thank you, universe. My heart is filled with gratitude.

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