It’s Fine, I’ll Just Push Through

You’re not collapsing. You’re not burned out. You’re just doing that thing again where you push through — and quietly pay for it later.

It wasn’t a dramatic day.
Just a long one. Slack pings never stopped. I’d had three coffees and zero real food. I caught myself saying, “I’m fine, I’ll just push through.”

Then I stayed up late — doom scrolling, ironically, while looking up magnesium supplements for better sleep.
Woke up groggy. Worked out anyway. Told myself: “This is discipline.”

It wasn’t.
It was disconnection dressed up as drive.

I used to think pushing through was strength. But over time, I started noticing the cost:

Foggy thoughts by 3 p.m.
Skin dull, sleep shallow
Snapping at people for no reason
Constant craving for something salty, crunchy, caffeinated — anything
Needing noise, always

Now I’m learning that not pushing through is the real flex.

Sometimes the strongest move is canceling a workout and making a full meal.
Or shutting your laptop at 80% instead of grinding for a fake finish line.
Or closing your eyes for 10 minutes without reaching for a screen.

You don’t have to crash to earn rest.
You just have to notice when the tank’s already empty.