I didn’t change my goals. They’re still the same dreams, the same direction, the same vision.
I changed the way I related to myself.
I stopped talking to myself only when something wasn’t working. I stopped demanding perfection before allowing myself trust.
I started listening more, honoring my own timing, recognizing the steps I’ve taken instead of focusing only on the ones I missed.
Less judgment. Less inner resistance. More presence. More kindness.
And that’s exactly there, in that quiet shift, that things started to move.
Because sometimes it’s not the direction that’s wrong, but the way we treat ourselves while we’re walking. And when you stop pushing against yourself and finally start walking with yourself, everything finds room to flow.