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The Womanly Art of Self-Prioritization
I refuse to keep sacrificing my body and soul for a system that never returns the favor
The path in front of you stretches ahead, its horizon always just beyond reach. You run because you have to, because the world expects it, because to stop is to fall even more behind.
The weight of everything you haven’t checked off your to-do list presses down on your shoulders, each lingering task dragging you further into a growing pile of backlog. Time slips away, too fast, like water through your fingers. And you suspect you will probably never catch up.
There’s no end in sight, no finish line to cross, only this never-ending slog. Somewhere, deep down, you wonder if anyone ever really breaks the tape before they die. Or if we’re all just doomed to spend our lives running, forever chasing a moment that never comes.
Welcome to the self-sacrificing expectations of womanhood in the modern age.
Where did our lives get so turned around?
Me personally? I’m sick of it.
Sick of feeling like an empty toothpaste tube by day’s end. Sick of constantly running on empty. Sick of skipping my workout because I have too much “work” to get done, then waking up at 3 am with aching legs and a racing mind.
It’s not just because I’m a woman! My husband is right here in the pressure cooker next to me. But generations of unconscious conditioning have thoroughly trained me to sacrifice myself first.
I can’t necessarily change the way the world sees me, or expects things of me. But maybe I can start to change the way I look at myself. Maybe I can start to change my own expectations on what I’m willing to deliver.
Just look at the lady in the photo above, napping with her pup during daylight hours!
How inspiring is that!
Unweaving the old stories and writing new ones
These days, I’m choosing to consciously unweave this old subconscious (toxic) pattern with something I’m calling “the womanly art of self-prioritization.”
