THE DAY I LEARNED TO CHEER FOR MYSELF
The Day I Learned to Cheer for Myself No one tells you this growing up, but there comes a point in life when the applause gets quiet. Not because you’re failing. Not because you’re doing poorly. But because adulthood assumes you’ve “got it handled.” That realization hit me on a random Tuesday evening. I had done everything right, met deadlines, showed up, kept promises, stayed strong. Yet as I sat on my bed scrolling through my phone, I felt strangely empty. No congratulations. No “you did well today.” No reminder that I was trying, and trying hard. And that’s when it dawned on me: I was waiting for encouragement that only I could give. Depending on External Applause Is Risky For a long time, my motivation was fueled by validation. Praise from clients. Approval from loved ones. Recognition for being “the strong one.” When it came, I felt unstoppable. When it didn’t, I felt invisible. That’s the danger of outsourcing encouragement, you lose momentum the moment the world gets busy....