The Quiet Strength of Showing Up
Today has been one of those slow, reflective days – the kind where your energy feels soft, your emotions sit close to the surface, and life reminds you it doesn’t always need to be loud to be meaningful.
I woke up around 5:15, sipped my tonic, watched a little decluttering video to ease into the morning… but my body had other plans. By 6:30, I was back in bed and didn’t stir again until nearly 10.
Truthfully? I woke feeling low. Tomorrow marks one year since Raja’s funeral and cremation, and my heart has been heavy all day. It’s strange how grief weaves its way into your cells – the weight, the fog, the quiet ache that never asks for permission.
But even in that space, life continues.
I caught up with Dad this morning, and in his quiet way, he offered me a piece of peace: the promise of support for my Tiny House when the time comes. It was like the universe reminding me, “You’re held. You’re not alone.” And I exhaled, realising I’ve been carrying the weight of “How will I make it happen?” more than I admitted.
I collected a roller blind I’ll be using as a projector screen for my future Tiny House, wandered through Morrisons with my thoughts trailing behind me, and for the first time in a long time, let myself believe, believe that one day, I’ll have that little sanctuary, that slow, intentional space to call my own.
Later, I had my podcast call. Honestly, I nearly cancelled. I didn’t feel polished or ready – greasy hair, glasses on, no makeup, low energy. But something deeper within whispered, “Show up anyway.” And so I did.
Because here’s the thing:
I’m doing it anyway.
Not because I possess unwavering confidence or feel remotely ready, but because that quiet, persistent whisper within me refuses to let go. That inner knowing, that pull toward something more aligned, more me.
Most days, I still show up – even when I’m bone-tired, when self-doubt gnaws at my resolve, when it feels like no one’s watching. It’s not some grand, impressive gesture; it’s quieter, more fundamental. It’s raw, honest effort – the subtle, persistent strength that doesn’t need to be loudly proclaimed.
I’ve stopped waiting for the perfect moment or external validation. Some days, just choosing to care, to stay invested in myself and my dreams – that’s enough. No flawless performance needed. No pretending to be further along than I am.
Just the quiet decision to stay true to what matters. To what feels right deep within my core. That’s where real power lives – not in big, dramatic leaps, but in steady, consistent steps. The rhythm of my own breath guiding me forward, even on the uncertain days.
And that unwavering commitment?
It belongs to me.
It’s mine.
And it’s enough.
Soft, steady, and still showing up – one quiet moment at a time.
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