It's a journey, not a race so keep moving forward
In my personal experience, understanding that life is a journey rather than a race has been a game-changer. It's easy to get caught up in comparing ourselves to others and feeling pressured to achieve milestones quickly. But embracing the mindset that "it's a journey, not a race" allows us to honor our unique pace and celebrate every bit of progress. Sometimes progress feels slow, and sometimes it feels like a standstill. However, as long as we keep moving forward, we're building resilience and gaining valuable lessons along the way. Trusting this process means accepting setbacks as part of growth and not letting them discourage us. A helpful approach I've found is setting small, manageable goals rather than fixating on big achievements. This aligns well with the idea that "no matter how slow, it's still progress." Each small step moves you closer to where you want to be. Another important aspect is self-compassion. Being kind to yourself when things don't go as planned encourages persistence and reduces burnout. I remind myself that everyone's journey is different, and my pace honors my unique path. Remember, moving forward at your own pace builds sustainable growth. Celebrate your progress, trust yourself, and keep going—your journey is worth it.
I’m trying to do a journey. You don’t know me. I bc was by racing as a Pentecostal child. I never wanted to fall off that edge that I was told you could slip and fall and go to bed. I never spent the night with people because I knew the rapture would take place and I wouldn’t go. You want to know what living like that made me feel like? NOTHING I could ever do was good enough. I was going to slap I wasn’t perfect. The tears I cried until I fell into a bottomless pit of depression. I had never been happy. I always hurt. Why did I still turn to God I had no place to go. No where/ my bio mo Let my dad steal me I lived different places every year. Was I treated like trash yes. But I still mostly listeners to the Rambos Lannie Wolf. I was alone. My first husband had sex without youth minister. I was told well you decide but you wedding in 2 months. I was 18. I don’t say this as a pity party I say this cause just so you know I never talked if I did I got the buckle end of the belt up and down my back and legs Sometimes I thought a cat of 9 takes my journey was long and hard. I went to church at least 5 times a week so yes please tell me it’s a journey not a race Racing I knew I could never make it and planned for my suicide in 7 th grade. Not over some stupid boy but I knew hod would never consider me perfect enough. Thirty six years of psychiatric nursing I think I went to help me. No I vent to help thousands in crisis thank hod I did I prayed silently before I sat down so no drinking no smoking and I’m still not good enough my mom who raised me I took care of her until she died I gave her half my nurses check cause she couldn’t make it. My dad who was horribly abusive I was smart enough to know he had dementia. I paid his electric and water bill they were old. TIL the day my dad died I was still lacking. On top of nursing school working. And still I haven’t touched the mark. I’m gonna still fall off. My Trina’s dying who was gonna be good to those bsbi