Last week someone asked me to do something I didn't want to do, and instead of automatically saying yes, I just... didn't. I said no. And the world didn't end. The person wasn't angry. It was fine. 😌

But here's what surprised me: I realized that saying no to things that don't serve me is actually me honoring myself. It's me choosing to protect the things that matter. It's not selfish—it's necessary. Because I can't be fully present for the people I love if I'm scattered across a hundred obligations.

I think the kindest thing I can do for myself right now is to protect my own peace. To not feel obligated to be everything for everyone. To understand that my worth isn't measured by how much I do or how tired I am. 🌼

Maybe the real mark of growing up isn't being able to do more. Maybe it's being wise enough to do less, but do it well.

What would happen if I spent less time trying to impress people and more time just... being happy?