Nobody prepared me for the shift from “push yourself” to “don’t push it.”
I’ve learned the hard way that I cannot spend my whole life pushing myself past my limits. If I do, I will keep hurting and isolating myself, and eventually have to give up things I genuinely love.
To put it in perspective…
Growing up chronically ill, all I ever knew was push yourself. And I did. I pushed myself through long days until my joints hurt so badly I was in tears, only to come home from school and go straight to bed from exhaustion and pain. So yes—I’m very good at pushing myself.
What I’m learning now is that being good at pushing myself doesn’t mean it’s good for me.
I’m almost 30, and for the past three years, this has been my Monday through Friday: I drop what I’m doing to help coworkers, I take on all the walking tasks in the office because I’m “the young one,” and I average around 8,000 steps a day. That may not sound like much, but by the time I get home, my feet are throbbing, my tailbone aches, I’m running a low-grade fever, I have a wicked headache, and the thought of standing long enough to make dinner feels impossible.
Recently, I was on a date and got asked why I don’t like going out after work. For me, the answer was simple:
“Because by that time, I usually have a fever, and my body won’t let me enjoy anything else.”
Saying it out loud made me realize something…that’s not normal, and it’s not how I want to keep living.
I’m ready for my self-love era, my gentle era.
An era where rest isn’t laziness.
Where listening to my body isn’t weakness.
Where preserving my energy means I actually get to enjoy my life, not just survive my days.
Adjusting will be hard. I know that.
But I want a life beyond work. I want a to enjoy my hobbies again. And I need to start saving some of myself for me.
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