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We talk about self-sabotage like itâs some dramatic act. Blowing things up, quitting before it gets good, and making a mess on purpose. But the kind I see most often, Reader (in myself and in the women I work with), is quieter than that. It looks like avoidance. Not because youâre "lazy" (though I know you will tell yourself that). But because your nervous system is learning something new. Case in point: last week, instead of getting ready for my TEDx talk⌠I painted my pantry. Literally. Rollers, drop cloth, the whole thing. đ The flip side to that though is... Iâve prepared. Iâve done a lot of work. The outline is solid, the message is clear. I care deeply about what Iâm saying. And still, some days the anxiety is just⌠loud. So my body did what bodies do when something feels big and activating: it looked for relief. Something productive.... familiar. Cue: the pantry makeover. When you start doing the work of feeling safer in your body, creating more capacity, and letting yourself imagine a different way of living, your system can panic. Even when the change is good (ESPECIALLY when itâs good). Newness asks your body to leave whatâs familiar. And familiar, even when itâs painful, is predictable. Predictable feels safe to a nervous system that learned early on to stay alert, stay braced, stay ready. So instead of moving forward, you stall. You procrastinate. You suddenly feel âtoo tiredâ or ânot in the right headspace.â You scroll. You clean. You paint your f*cking pantry. And then the shame creeps in. âWhatâs wrong with me?â But what if nothing is wrong? What if avoidance is your body saying: this is unfamiliar and I need a moment to orient. Self-sabotage, in this lens, isnât self-destruction. Itâs self-protection that hasnât been updated yet. Your system is still learning that rest doesnât equal danger. That expansion doesnât require collapse later. That good things donât always come with a cost. So if you notice yourself pulling back right as things start to shift, pause before turning on yourself. Get curious instead. Ask:â Regulation doesnât always look like pushing through. Sometimes it looks like building tolerance for ease. For visibility. For momentum that doesnât require suffering. Avoidance isnât a failure. Itâs information. And learning to listen to it without letting it run the show is part of creating a nervous system that can actually hold the life youâre calling in. Some days you write the talk. Both can be part of the process. đ |
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