People say start small.
But no one talks about when small feels heavy.
As if small is automatically light.
But for some of us,
small isn’t small
once it becomes something we should do.
Once it carries tomorrow.
Once it carries who we’re trying to become.
Once it quietly asks to prove something.
Even five minutes can feel heavy
when it’s tied to a future version of you.
I used to turn every return into a test.
Before even beginning,
I’d already feel the weight of it.
Was I consistent enough?
Serious enough?
Disciplined enough?
And that’s when even the smallest act
started draining me.
So I stopped trying to become something through it.
I just showed up for today.
No measuring.
No ticking boxes.
No squeezing meaning out of it.
Just today.
And something softened.
Not the goal.
Not the direction.
Just the weight.
The day it stopped being a must,
it became something I could return to.