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A story I didn’t notice at first
For a long time, I didn’t realize how often I was bracing myself.
Not for something dramatic.Not for danger.
Just… bracing.
Holding my breath before conversations. Tensing before decisions. Leaning forward into life as if I needed to be ready for impact.
It wasn’t fear in the obvious sense. It was familiarity.
Bracing had become a way of being, a quiet posture I carried everywhere.
Once I noticed it, I couldn’t unsee it.
I saw it in how I planned. How I responded. How I moved through moments that didn’t actually require defense.
My body was preparing for something that wasn’t happening.
That’s when I understood something important:
Awareness doesn’t always arrive as insight. Sometimes it arrives as recognition.
When you see a pattern clearly enough, not to fix it, not to judge it, it loosens on its own.
Not because you forced a change. Because you’re no longer unconscious.
Naming it gave me choice. And choice created space for a different outcome.
I still notice the impulse to brace. And now, I pause.
Not to correct myself. To breathe.
That pause has changed more than any strategy ever did.
If this lands for you, there’s nothing to do with it right now. Just notice.
Sometimes, that’s where everything begins.
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A story I didn’t notice at first
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