Ahhhh. The fire savagely consumed me for a while, it took me some time to realize. I believed people telling me I had limits, I was wrong. I doubted my instincts, looking at myself through the lens of people who didn't want what's good for me, I was wrong. The fire left me with my worth in shambles.

The fire is gone now. It took some time, but I am slowly rebuilding what the fire destroyed. My instincts are right. I'm looking at myself through the lens of people who want what's good for me. I'm raising from the hashes, I'm hopeful for what's ahead.

It's easy to work your ass off thinking that with enough effort, you can achieve anything. I recently realized I had human limits, I am not a tireless code pumping machine. Pushing through those limits leads to burnout and a desire to quit everything.

Slow down, accept you're human and practice self-compassion.

I’ve always wanted to write, but I never really felt like I had much worth sharing. Lately though, life’s been changing a lot, and I figure maybe someone out there could get something out of the journey I’m on.