There was a time when silence made me nervous. If things got quiet, I rushed to explain. To justify. To make myself legible before someone else could misunderstand me. Silence …
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I used to think slowness meant something was wrong. Wrong with my motivation. Wrong with my discipline. Wrong with my ability to keep up. But what I’m learning is this: …
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For a long time, I confused survival skills with personality. I thought the hyper-vigilance was just “how I am.” I thought the constant explaining was professionalism. I thought the exhaustion …