Pressure Always Keeps Getting Wesser- Just Be True to Your Journey

Everyone has that one person they grew up with, the one who somehow had their whole life figured out as soon as they could string a sentence together. My God, it’s infuriating. And before you judge me, I’m writing this with the purest of intentions. It’s just that my mind, in all its brilliance, loves to remind me that they don’t have two heads or a special brain. If they can do it, why can’t I?

What’s my excuse? What’s holding me back? Is it me? Did I miss the signs, the opportunities, the magic formula? Because sometimes, it feels like I’ve fallen short, like I’m just running in circles while everyone else seems to be sprinting to the finish line.

It’s hard not to feel that weight of comparison. It’s maddening. The feeling of being behind. It stings. And the worst part? The voice inside that tells me it’s my fault, that I’ve missed opportunities, that I should’ve done better, done more. There’s nothing more frustrating than comparing where you are to where you think you should be, and coming up short. The world is quick to tell you to keep it positive, stay hopeful, and believe it will all work out.

Have you ever stopped to think about how few types of fingerprints exist, yet out of billions of people on this planet, no two are exactly alike? I realized this as I was writing to you. It's crazy trying to fathom how this is possible.

We all have our own fingerprints, our own paths. And that’s the beauty of it. Let’s stop rushing. Stop comparing. Stop trying to follow someone else’s plan.

What I’m trying to say, what I want all my posts to scream loud and clear (both the ones I’ve written and the ones still swirling in my head) is this:

Always, in every little or big way you can, show up for YOURSELF.

If you need to crawl, crawl. If it’s to limp, limp. Hop, walk—no matter how slow—just keep showing up. DON’T. GIVE. IN. to that sick, sad, pitying, and downright disgusting voice telling you otherwise. The one whispering that you’re not enough, that you’ll never make it. That voice? It’s lying.

And while I’m saying this, please, showing up doesn’t mean you don’t get to rest. You don’t have to push through exhaustion, self-doubt, or setbacks without grace. My lovely reader, don’t forget to pause, to breathe, to look back on how far you’ve come, how much you’ve endured, and how much you’re still fighting for.

This journey is yours. Messy, frustrating, and unpredictable as it is, own it.

Life’s lemons might be relentless, but you, my dear, are resilient.