Clarity, Not Apology

 I’m done apologizing for outgrowing things.

For wanting a slower life.

For choosing quiet over chaos.

For protecting my time like it matters — because it does.

I’m done apologizing for going to bed early.

For not responding immediately.

For saying no without a five-minute explanation attached.

I’m done apologizing for discipline.

For lifting heavy.

For building routines that look repetitive but feel powerful.

For choosing consistency over constant stimulation.

I’m done apologizing for the way my priorities have shifted.

My marriage comes first.

My health matters.

My peace is not negotiable.

I’m done shrinking so other people feel comfortable.

Done editing myself to stay palatable.

Done carrying emotional weight that was never mine to hold.

I don’t owe access to everyone.

I don’t owe urgency to everything.

I don’t owe my old self a permanent residence in my present.

Growth isn’t rude.

Boundaries aren’t cold.

Peace isn’t boring.

It’s taken years — and a few hard lessons — to understand that.

I’m not harder.

I’m aligned.

And alignment doesn’t ask for permission.