You know that moment when something you genuinely love starts to feel like something you dread?
That's not a dramatic thing to admit. It happens slowly — so slowly you almost don't notice it. You start writing and then pause to wonder how it will land. You share something you're proud of and then brace yourself for the response. You open your laptop and sit there for a minute too long, trying to figure out where to start.
That was me, about six months ago. And instead of pushing through it, I did something I have done a few times — I stopped.









