Welcome to my online diary. A place where I share my personal life as I follow my dreams. Make sure to follow. It’s gonna be a bumpy and hilarious ride.

The Pressure to Be Productive When You’re Healing

Some days, I wake up ready to conquer the world. Other days, I’m just proud I got out of bed. That’s where I’m at right now.

I’ve launched my business. I’m looking for work. I’m building a music career. I’m pouring myself into the life I’ve always wanted to create—but there are still days where it feels like I’m not doing enough.

There’s this constant, unspoken pressure to perform—to show up strong, glowing, booked, and busy—even when you’re still healing.

And healing doesn’t always look inspiring.

Sometimes it looks like rest.

Sometimes it looks like logging off.

Sometimes it looks like crying, re-centering, and starting again tomorrow.

But I’m Still Growing—Quietly and Powerfully💋

I recently enrolled in a couple online courses to further my education. Not for someone else’s checklist. Not for a job I don’t care about.

But for me—to become more business-minded, to be prepared for the field I actually want to be in. And that feels good. To be building something with intention.

I’ve also started writing again.

I have always loved writing. I actually wrote a book in high school, and lately, I’ve been feeling called to finish it.

Say it with passion!

Among all the other projects I’m juggling, this one feels personal.

Like a promise to a younger version of me is calling and I must answer.

My Resume Is About to Reflect Me

Not just the jobs I had to take to survive.

Not just the positions that drained me and dimmed me.

But the real work I’ve been doing—emotionally, creatively, spiritually.

Soon, my resume will be filled with things that matter to me.

Things I created. Built. Chose.

Final Word: I Know I’ll Get There

I have a goal in mind.

It’s vivid. It’s bold. And I know I will reach it.

I just have to give it time.

And in the meantime, I’m allowed to rest. I’m allowed to move at my own pace. I’m allowed to be a work in progress and still be proud.

Because healing is work.

And sometimes the bravest thing you can do is keep going—even when no one’s clapping yet.

Love always!

Xo,

Nina

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