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I share a letter I wrote to the part of me that still believes I have to prove my worth to matter. The part that panics when I slow down. That thinks I’m losing my edge if I’m not pushing. That tells me if I’m not doing, I must be failing. This letter is from my truth to my ego. From the grounded part of me that knows there’s another way. A slower, more intentional way of living that isn’t fuelled by fear, but by presence. Substance. I speak to what it’s like to walk away from the versi...

