I Fell Off

I fell off.

That’s the truth of it. No big story, no dramatic reason. I just... fell off. Off the routine, off the rhythm, off the things I promised myself I’d stick to.

But not all is lost.

Falling off is part of life, of progress, and of change. We fall, we get back up. What matters isn’t the stumble, it’s the response, and this time, getting back up feels different.

Something shifted in me these past few weeks. A discomfort. It was subtle at first. Then, sharper. I’ve quietly cut ties with people - one was gentle, the other wasn't mine to make, but I’ve felt the weight lift regardless. In hindsight, these relationships were quietly burdening me. Their presence took up more space than I cared to give.

Their absence has created room for me. My needs, my thoughts, my wants - they are all my centre focus. They no longer compete with noise I didn’t realise was so loud.

It won’t be easy. Letting go of people you relied on, for whatever the reason, is never simple. It leaves a strange kind of quiet. But in that quiet, I’m feeling something good. Honest. Mine. Finally.

From tomorrow, I start a new workout plan: 24 weeks. Not a crash, not a sprint. A structured return to myself. I’ve made other changes, too - little ones that feel big in the soul. Shifts I know I’ll feel the benefits of in time. I can feel them already.

I’ll be updating this blog weekly with a photo. Not for accountability. or praise, but as a marker. A breadcrumb trail back to myself.

How do you deal with a sudden shift in pattern - whether it was your choice or someone else’s?
Did it improve or derail your life?
What helped you steady yourself when things changed unexpectedly?

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Sometimes the shift is the breakthrough.