Meeting Myself Where I’m At

March 19, 2026

There’s a way I know how to meet other people.

With patience.

With understanding.

Without rushing them to be anything other than where they are.

I’ve done that well for a long time.

But today, I realized something:

I don’t always offer that same space to myself.

Today wasn’t overwhelming.

There were no fires to put out.

No urgency that required me to move quickly.

And yet… I rushed.

From one place to another.

Through lunch.

Through moments that didn’t need to be hurried.

Not because I had to —

but because somewhere along the way, my body learned that moving fast meant staying safe.

That leadership meant urgency.

That being ahead meant being enough.

But this is not that.

This space is different.

These expectations are different.

And I am allowed to be different too.

What I’m learning — slowly, intentionally — is this:

Meeting myself where I’m at doesn’t mean fixing myself.

It means noticing.

It means saying,

“Of course you feel this way.”

“Of course your body remembers.”

“You don’t have to rush anymore.”

It means offering myself the same dignity I so freely give to others.

Not after I’ve earned it.

Not once I’ve proven something.

But right here.

In the middle of the unlearning.

Because maybe leadership isn’t about how fast I move…

or how much I carry.

Maybe it’s about how present I’m willing to be —

with others,

and with myself.

Today, I’m practicing something new:

Slowingw down.

Noticing the rush without judging it.

Letting the moment be enough.

And meeting myself…

right where I am.