This really stayed with me. That image of the quiet house, the early light, and that sense of something just for you… it felt so vivid and familiar.
What landed most was the shift you describe, from desire to discipline. That moment where things stop being something we want and start becoming something we feel we should do. I think so many of us recognise that negotiation with ourselves, and how easily we offer others a level of devotion we struggle to give back inward.
I also found myself gently questioning whether anything is actually lost, or just buried under expectation. That girl didn’t need discipline because she was following something that felt alive. Maybe it’s less about forcing ourselves to show up, and more about finding our way back to what makes us want to.
There’s something very honest in the way you’ve written this. It doesn’t try to fix it or wrap it up neatly, it just names the pattern and the weight of it.
It made me pause and think about the promises I make to myself, and what sits underneath them.
Thank you so much for your comment, I really look forward to your precious input every time. I’ve been trying to go back to my old hobbies to find a way back to my authentic self and it’s really been healing a part of me. Slowly, gently, without too much pressure or expectation and more importantly without it being performative!
This really stayed with me. That image of the quiet house, the early light, and that sense of something just for you… it felt so vivid and familiar.
What landed most was the shift you describe, from desire to discipline. That moment where things stop being something we want and start becoming something we feel we should do. I think so many of us recognise that negotiation with ourselves, and how easily we offer others a level of devotion we struggle to give back inward.
I also found myself gently questioning whether anything is actually lost, or just buried under expectation. That girl didn’t need discipline because she was following something that felt alive. Maybe it’s less about forcing ourselves to show up, and more about finding our way back to what makes us want to.
There’s something very honest in the way you’ve written this. It doesn’t try to fix it or wrap it up neatly, it just names the pattern and the weight of it.
It made me pause and think about the promises I make to myself, and what sits underneath them.
Thank you so much for your comment, I really look forward to your precious input every time. I’ve been trying to go back to my old hobbies to find a way back to my authentic self and it’s really been healing a part of me. Slowly, gently, without too much pressure or expectation and more importantly without it being performative!
What can I say . Adulthood hit hard hhhhh
Definitely not for the weak hahah
Such a beautiful piece of work 🫶
Thank you, Hina! ❤️