This week, I wanted to dive into the narrative we speak to ourselves and the language we use with the world around us. So often, we find ourselves saying we are SO busy. Too busy to make a phone call. Too busy to catch up with a friend. Too busy to stop and truly connect. Our lives become a blur of places to go, people to juggle, things to do, and “busy” becomes our identity. But lately, I have started to question that word. What does it actually mean? And more importantly, what is it costing me?
Six months into this 52-week experiment, I have become hyper aware of how language shapes my energy. Saying “I’m busy” feels like dragging bricks behind me. It’s heavy. It’s chaotic, its hard. It puts me in constant reaction mode. So I made a decision. I am removing the word “busy” from my vocabulary. And in its place, I’m bringing something softer. Something more intentional. I want my days to flow with ease and structure, not stress and survival.
We live in a world fuelled by masculine energy, doing, striving achieving. What if we could still get things done, just with a different frequency? With more softness, more presence, more joy? What if the nurturing energy of the feminine helps us more, It’s not about doing less, it’s about doing things differently.
In this habit journey, I noticed myself using the word “discipline” And while it serves a purpose, it carries a hard edge. It more like force. Like something I have to do. So I’m re framing it. From “discipline” to devotion. From “rigid” to rhythmic. I don’t want to be “disciplined” about my habits anymore, I want to be devoted to the woman I am becoming. The energy of devotion feels different. Its gentler, sustainable, and grounded.
I have also started to rethink the word work. When I say, “I have to work,” it sounds like a burden. But when I say, “I am going to play,” it brings lightness. It softer, its fun. Removing the hardness and the HAVE TO mindset.
Words shape our reality. They shape how we feel about ourselves, and how we treat the people around us. We are not our job titles. We are not our to-do lists. We are not our stress. We are the energy we bring to every room we walk into. And that energy is created by the stories we tell.
The words we speak matter. The ones we speak to ourselves matter even more. If you are constantly telling yourself you’re tired, overwhelmed, not enough, that becomes your truth. By flipping the script by saying “I’m showing up” or “I am worth it” your state begins to shift, creating a new story.
What we say about others is often a reflection of what we believe about ourselves. I have noticed it a lot lately, people who speak harshly to others often have a loud inner critic running their show. Hurt people don’t just hurt people, they project. So I am watching my words more closely now. Feeling the energy behind them. Because I want to be someone who speaks my truth, not just to others, but to myself.
This week, I am choosing to return to fun, ease, and flow. I want to feel like I’m back in the playground, solving problems with creativity, learning through play, laughing for no reason. Yes, I have responsibilities. But I don’t have to lose the magic. Having it all shouldn’t mean carrying the weight of it all.
So my words change Busy becomes productive. Work becomes play. Discipline becomes devotion.
Less chaos. More calm.
Less proving. More presence.
Less doing. More being.
Because words matter, and I want mine to change my presence in the world.
