I grew increasingly tired of who I was becoming. Tired of not having the confidence to live in my truth, tired of fearing my potential, tired of living on the sidelines while watching everyone around me thrive, tired of waking up consumed with sorrow, tired of disappointing the people who were rooting for me, tired of Mum asking me when I was going to step into my purpose, and tired of the ‘what ifs,’ ‘buts,’ and ‘maybes’ that I used as a shield against trying again.
