06/04/2026
One of the hardest parts of living with chronic illness was accepting that my pace was different.
Not because I didn't care.
Not because I lacked ambition.
Not because I didn't want to show up fully.
I simply kept looking at how other people were moving and wondering why I couldn't move the same way.
They seemed to have more energy.
More consistency.
More capacity.
More room to keep going.
And for a long time, I wanted so badly to operate like that too.
Not saying I didn't try. Lol.
I would see people moving, building, producing, serving, leading, and think I should be able to do the same thing the same way.
What I didn't fully understand then was that we weren't carrying the same reality.
Trying to match a pace that wasn't built for my body came with a cost.
I'd have a good day, push myself too far, and then spend the next day recovering from it.
Over time, I realized I wasn't just comparing schedules or productivity.
I was comparing journeys.
And we weren't carrying the same things.
That is one of the things chronic illness has had to teach me slowly.
A different pace does not diminish your impact.
A different process is not automatically a lack of discipline.
Sometimes accepting your actual capacity is not failure.
Sometimes it is wisdom.
Sometimes it is stewardship.
And for me, it has become a spiritual truth.
I'm learning to run the race set before me, not someone else's race and not matching someone else's pace.
What would change if you stopped measuring yourself by someone else's pace and started stewarding what you can realistically sustain?