Bank on Robyn

This isn’t the deep, poetic post I thought I was gonna write.

But it’s the truth: I’ve been working. I’ve been grinding. I’ve been tired.

And I’ve still been showing up for myself, even when I wanted to check out.

Progress to me looked like constant motion. A new job every few months, a fresh chapter every season, a milestone that made the struggle worth it. And when life didn’t move like that, I’d panic. I’d spiral, wondering if I missed something. If I was the reason things weren’t “happening” fast enough.

But lately… I’m not spiraling.

I’m just moving one real step at a time

I’ve paid down debt. I’ve made smarter money moves. I’ve held onto a vision even when it would’ve been easier to give up on it. I need to acknowledge that this version of me:

She’s different.

She’s focused.

She’s pushing for a better life.

I used to think peace meant finally being able to chill. Like, a full exhale. No pressure, no problems. But now I think peace is knowing I’m not stuck. That even if it’s slow, I’m still going somewhere.

This season I’m in? I know it’s leading to something bigger.

So yeah, I’m making peace with the pace.

Because even on the hard days, I’m not moving backwards.

And for now? That’s more than enough to keep going.

k bye
Robyn