There’s a version of life you get used to when you’ve been running on autopilot for too long. You wake up, do the work, meet the expectations, juggle the responsibilities… and somewhere along the way, you stop feeling like a participant in your own life. You’re just maintaining it.
I didn’t realize how long I’d been in that mode until I stepped out of my role. When the noise finally cleared, I could hear the truth I’d been avoiding: I wasn’t choosing my days-I was repeating them.
Breaking that pattern isn’t dramatic. It’s small, conscious shifts. It’s asking yourself what you actually want instead of what you’ve always done. It’s noticing the moment you go numb and choosing not to stay there.
This week, I interrupted the routine on purpose. I paid attention. And for the first time in a long time, life didn’t feel like something happening to me... it felt like something I was actively creating.