When You’re Tired of Trying

Ciao friend,

I don't know exactly where you are right now.
But if you're anything like I was — you’re tired.
Tired in a way that doesn’t fix itself with sleep.
Tired of hoping, tired of trying, tired of the weight of carrying a dream that no one else can see yet.

There were days I thought I missed my chance.
That I waited too long.
That maybe I asked for too much.

I know what it feels like to sit at the edge of something and wonder if you have it in you to cross it.
I know what it feels like to think — maybe I’m just not one of the lucky ones.
Maybe this was never meant for me.

I lived there for a long time.
In that heavy middle place.
Not who I used to be.
Not yet who I wanted to become.

I know what it’s like to stand still because moving feels too dangerous.
To be so scared of getting it wrong that you stop yourself from trying at all.

But here’s the thing I want you to know, even if you don’t believe me yet —
Even if it feels too far away from where you are:

You are not too late.
You are not broken.
You are not behind.

You are becoming.
Quietly, slowly, stubbornly becoming.

Not because it’s easy.
Not because it’s obvious.
But because somewhere inside you — beneath all the noise, all the doubt — there’s a part of you that still believes it’s possible.

And that part matters more than anything else.

It doesn’t have to be perfect.
You don’t have to be fearless.
You don’t have to have some dramatic breakthrough.

You just have to stay with yourself.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when you feel ridiculous.
Even when the only thing you can say is — I don't know if I can do this — but you show up anyway.

And when you do that — when you stay in it —
that’s when everything starts to shift.

Not all at once.
Not in fireworks.
More like tiny movements at the edges of your life.

A little more breath.
A little more light.
A little more strength in the places where you used to fold.

I’m not saying it’s easy.
I’m saying it’s worth it.

You are worth it.

I'm proud of you already.
Not because you finished.
But because you stayed.

Still here.
Still breathing.
Still trying.

That’s everything.

Don’t forget it.

Love,
Heather