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It is underneath everything she has been carrying.
There is a kind of exhaustion that sleep does not fix. Not because something is physically wrong. But because the exhaustion is not coming from the body. It is coming from the distance between who you actually are and who you have been performing.
Read this reflectionMarcus Aurelius wrote the Meditations as a private practice. Not to publish. Not to teach. Not to demonstrate his wisdom to anyone watching. He wrote them as a daily act of return, reminding himself, again and again, of what he already knew to be true.
Read this reflectionFor a long time I believed I had lost myself. It felt true. The woman I recognized seemed absent. What I eventually understood was that she had not gone anywhere. I had simply stopped listening to the place where she lived.
Read this reflectionThere is a belief running underneath most of what you do. You may not be able to name it yet. But you can feel it, in the way you approach rest, in the way you receive love, in the quiet anxiety that surfaces when you are not being useful enough.
Read this reflectionSomething shifts when you stop performing your life. Not dramatically. Not with a visible before and after. More like the difference in a room when someone finally opens a window that has been closed for years.
Read this reflectionThere is a particular kind of exhaustion that arrives when you have spent decades managing your body rather than listening to it. Not the exhaustion of illness. The specific exhaustion of a woman who has learned to treat her own body as something to be controlled and kept quiet enough to function.
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