I'm tired
I’ve tried—twice—to write something to you today, but nothing seems to click. All I have are uncompleted drafts that look good on the surface but don’t just feel right. That, I’ve come to learn, is what consistency and commitment often feel like.
It’s not about getting everything perfect every single day. Sometimes, it’s simply about showing up. Showing up when it’s tough. Showing up when it’s exhausting. Showing up even when it feels utterly wrong. Showing up regardless.
It took me time to understand this truth about commitment. I used to think that my friends needed me to bring my best self to the table all the time—anything less felt weird. So, I’d disappear for days, even weeks, when I wasn’t “feeling like myself.” I thought I had to be flawless to deserve their presence in my life.
But the truth was much simpler. What mattered most was that I showed up.
Even if it meant just being there to hear their rants about their day, even when my mind felt far away. Even if it meant answering their calls, sustaining the conversation for a few moments before telling them I needed sometime to myself. It didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be real.
And that’s what I’ve come to realize about commitment: it isn’t an act of perfection. It’s an act of presence. No matter how small or flawed, your effort matters. Just showing up—even in the smallest ways—can make the difference.
So, this is me showing up today. Maybe not perfectly. But fully.
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Thank you for this Ayo 💙