Somewhere along the way, we started believing that doing more makes us worth more.

That a full calendar equals a full life.
That our value is in what we produce, not who we are.

I believed it too. For years, I wore “busy” like a badge of honor.
It made me feel needed. Important. In control.
Until it started making me feel empty.

Because no matter how much I did — how many things I checked off or people I helped — I still felt behind.
That’s the lie of “doing it all.”
It tricks you into believing that peace comes after the next task, when really, peace has been waiting for you to stop.

I used to think balance meant keeping every ball in the air.
Now I know it means learning which ones are made of glass — and which ones can roll for a while.

Here’s the truth:
You were never meant to carry it all.
You were meant to choose what matters and release what doesn’t.

When you stop performing for approval, you make room for presence.
When you stop trying to be everything, you finally get to be yourself.

And that’s enough. Always has been.