Did you miss me?

Yesterday’s email didn’t go out — not by design, but because I forgot to schedule the draft.

Life’s been moving.
Fast.
Messy.
Real.

And in the swirl of it all, I let the moment slip.
No drama. No shame. Just truth.

This week’s been a rollercoaster in LA.

Landing back in my body has taken longer than planned.
My energy’s low.
My output’s lighter.

And the voice in my head? Loud as f*ck.

That one.
The inner critic.
The one that says you should be doing more.
The one that makes rest feel like failure.

You know her.

But there’s something I’ve been sitting with…

That voice isn’t you.

It’s a part of you. A scared one. A wired one.
And she gets louder the more you try to outrun her.

So instead of pushing through, I’ve been practising two things:

1. Observation over identification.
   Creating space between me and the story. Watching the wave, not drowning in it.

2. Slowing the f*ck down.
   When you trust yourself deeply when you’re truly Optimising For Happiness you stop rushing the return, you know it will flow back when the time is right.

You let your heart beat.
You let your breath lead.
You give yourself the love you’re so good at giving others.

Because if you wouldn’t speak to your best friend like that…

Why are you saying it to yourself?

This week reminded me again

Rest isn’t laziness.
Slowness isn’t failure.
The pause is the portal.

So if you’re in one too… I see you.
Be gentle.

You’re not behind. You’re becoming.

M x