Why I Needed My Own Rules
I’m tired of following rules that never felt mine. Wake up at 5, hustle harder, track every minute of the day… I tried all that. Maybe it works for some, but for me it only left me drained. So this is my own little manifesto. Not perfect words, just reminders for myself when I forget who I am.
Growth Will Be Messy
I accept that growth will be messy. I will fail. I will quit. I will restart. Over and over. But none of that means I’m weak. It just means I’m trying. And trying is better than standing still.
Tiny Steps Count
I don’t need to wait for big changes. I believe in tiny steps. Ten minutes of writing. A short walk. Drinking water when I’d rather reach for coffee. These don’t look big, but they build something over time.
Be Gentle With Myself
I want to stop beating myself up. I’ve been my own harshest critic for too long. I called myself lazy, useless, never enough. That voice never pushed me forward—it only made me hide. From now on, I want to talk to myself the way I would talk to a friend. Honest, but gentle.
Worth Is Not Hustle
I refuse to measure my worth by hustle. The number of hours I work doesn’t decide if I’m valuable. Some days my biggest win will be getting out of bed and showing up anyway. That counts.
No Finish Line
I remind myself that growth has no finish line. There’s no perfect version of me waiting somewhere. Growth is the act of living, falling, learning, repeating. It’s not about arrival—it’s about the road.
My Reminder
This is my manifesto. I’ll forget it, I’ll come back to it, I’ll rewrite it if I need. But it’s mine. And that’s enough.
