I'm not playing that game anymore.

And neither should you.

There was a time when I looked like I had it all together—on paper, in meetings, in motion.
But quietly, slowly, I was drifting.
Not from the work itself, but from myself inside it.

It wasn’t burnout. Not quite.
But the spark had dimmed.
The joy felt thinner.
And I couldn’t remember the last time I created something from stillness, rather than urgency.

I kept going, of course.
Because that’s what we do.
We show up. We deliver. We push through.

But there comes a point,if you’re honest with yourself, where you realise you’re performing more than you’re participating. And it starts to feel like something sacred is being lost.

I didn’t quit. I didn’t blow it all up.
But I did start listening.
Breathing.
Choosing differently.

Little by little, I found a way back to myself inside the work.

Now I work from a different place.
Not always. Not perfectly. But more often than not.

And I wanted to share this in case you’ve ever felt that same quiet ache—
that sense that you’re showing up for everything but yourself.

You don’t have to leave your life to find peace.
You don’t have to burn out to earn rest.
You don’t have to stop doing the work, you just have to stop losing yourself in it.

There’s another way.

And if you’ve been craving it, maybe this is your moment to begin again.

From centre.
From truth.
From here.