The Sky Is Not The Limit

The Sky Is Not the Limit: Why We Carry So Much and How to Let Go

There are days I wake up and realize I’ve been carrying weight that doesn’t even belong to me.

Not just my own pain or pressure, but the inherited programming—the emotional hand-me-downs sewn into my skin by people who loved me the best way they could... and still handed me their fears.

And lately? I’ve been seeing it everywhere.
In myself.
In my children.
In conversations that feel eerily timed, as if we’re all waking up to the same quiet ache.

It’s the ache of generations.
The ache of people who’ve been taught that their needs must be negotiated.
That rest must be earned.
That joy without sacrifice is somehow selfish.
That if you enjoy it alone, you must be stealing it.

🧬 9 Billion Worlds. 23 Trillion Stories. One Body.

We each carry a universe inside of us.

Not metaphorically—literally.
Every cell holds memory.
Every reaction holds ancestry.
Every guilt-trip we feel when nourishing ourselves? It's a script. A spell. A pattern.

I used to think I was just an overthinker, a people-pleaser, too sensitive.
But I’ve come to understand—I’m simply a deeply programmed child of lineage.

I didn’t learn this dysfunction by accident.
I inherited it.

And now I get to interrupt it.

📺 Changing the Channel

At some point, I realized I’d been negotiating with my own soul.
Holding myself hostage for needing things like rest, solitude, softness.

The truth is, I don’t have to earn my breath.
I don’t have to apologize for feeding myself.
I don’t have to be liked to be loved.

It’s like I finally found the remote…
and changed the channel from “survival” to “sovereignty.”

💡 And here's what I want the world to remember:

We are not broken.
We are buried.
Under guilt, under shame, under ancestral instructions we never agreed to.

But the body remembers the truth.
And the breath brings us home to it.

🌬️ So breathe.

Breathe for your grandma who never had the chance.
Breathe for the child in you who still thinks joy has to be earned.
Breathe because you can.
Because the galaxy is not watching to judge you—
It is holding you in perfect protection.

The sky is not the limit.
It is the beginning.
You are not here to earn worth.
You’re here to remember it.

Now, take a moment.
Close your eyes.
Inhale the freedom of your ancestors.
Exhale everything they couldn’t carry.

You’re not selfish for needing space.
You’re sacred for finally claiming it.