RE: Finding myself in the clutter

THANK YOU! For finding out little community of people who still write things by hand! Welcome!

And then there’s the quiet battles I don’t always speak about. The ones that happen in my head; doubts, fears, and unspoken regrets. On the outside, I may smile and keep pushing, but inside, I’ve often wrestled with queestions like; Am I doing enough? Am I enoughs? These thoughts clutter my mind more than any external problem ever could.

I feel you here. This is something that I contend with almost every single waking moment, and that is because of the fact that nobody on Earth holds me to a higher account than myself.

It is such a struggle to take in the realisation that sometimes whether you put in an extra hour, or ten, no one will notice. No one will thank you, and the outcome or value derived from that extra time is lost.

But to keep that inner voice at bay, sometimes it is worth it. I think sometimes, we need a friendly reminder, from ourselves, that it is okay to call something "finished" or "good enough", not just in the context of the things that we do, but the way that we feel.

If we're sad for a time, there's going to be a period of time for that sadness. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and we need to see it and navigate to it ourselves. If there is someone to hold our hand along the way, that makes it even better!