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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a goal-setter. Every December, I would sit down and map out my year - career milestones, financial numbers, personal growth targets, spiritual goals. I didn’t just set goals; I gave them timelines. Clear ones. Aggressive ones. And every December of that year, I would do the same thing: review that list and judge myself against it. If I didn’t hit a goal on time, it wasn’t “progress.” It was disappointment. When Goals Start to Feel Heav

Because some thoughts are safer on a blank page than in a crowded room. Blogging is my safe place. My playground. My sanctuary. My real home on the internet. Somewhere along the chaos of work, business, life, expectations, guilt, healing, and endless deadlines… I realized I miss blogging more than I miss free time, hobbies, or even weekend plans. There is something beautifully strange about sharing your soul with strangers online. It’s easier than opening up to people you act

There’s a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show in your eyes, it shows in your soul. People see the entrepreneur, the consultant, the girl balancing a full-time job and a full-time dream, the one who somehow keeps the household running while chasing every ambition she whispered to Allah in sujood. What they don’t  see is the guilt. The quiet guilt that sits in your chest like a stone. Because when life gets busy, the first thing that slips isn’t the work. It’s the peace. It’s