Hard Means Yours

This week I went somewhere deep inside myself and haven't fully come back yet.

PMDL happened. Two days of sitting with questions most people spend a lifetime avoiding.

What beliefs am I carrying that are making life harder than it needs to be? What do I actually control?

One session was about the control cycle. Things that are fully yours to decide, things you can only influence, and things that are simply not in your hands. What stayed with me was this: even what you cannot control, you still get to choose how you carry it.I wrote three lines for myself in that room.

I love myself the way I am.

I am good at what I'm doing.

I love universe.

Simple lines. But writing them took something out of me. Because writing them and believing them are not the same thing.

The three questions that have been sitting with me for months also showed up again this week. Where am I going to live. How am I going to live. With whom. What am I going to do. I didn't answer them. I don't think they're ready to be answered. But I stopped running from them.

This week I also saw what Deepak Kumar is building at thecommunityman.com. A page called My People. Photos. Names. A quiet public way of saying: you matter to me. One line from him stayed with me: "Love makes sense. Sacrifice makes sense. We are humans." No framework. Just truth.

Some days you just match with yourself. Full green, top to bottom. Walking with a friend, head clear, not lonely. From that walk an idea came. What if every person in this building chose one small living thing to care for? Not a person. Not a project. A plant. Something that waits for you every day without asking anything. You pick one. You write your name next to it. You show up. On the days you feel like you're not growing at all, you water it. I'm starting this. If you're in, come pick yours.

I'll be honest. Some days I sit in my room and feel alone in a building full of 102 people. I think you feel it too. We just don't say it.

But this week I also felt something else. My heart, my mind, my body. All three. Clearly. All at once. There was something clean about that. Something honest.

One thought stayed with me from the whole week. If it doesn't hurt, it's easy. If it's easy, we don't value it.

This was a hard week. That means something.

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