“What was I thinking?”

“ What if…”

“I always…”

We can’t outrun the first sentence.

“I’m not ready.”

Plans the day before our first cup of coffee.

“I’m terrible at…”

Can shape a lifetime.

That’s wordload.

Wordload: (n) The weight of accumulated words we learn, hear, and scroll that became the scripts deciding…

‍ ‍…without us realizing.

We quote lyrics and lines…
But miss the ones running us.

The price?

Anxiety. Stress.
Burnout. Self - sabotage.
Silence.

‍ ‍Pressure writes fast.
Truth catches up…

‍ ‍Unless we RE|write the sentence.→

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