You shift your tone.
You rearrange your schedule.
You make things easier—for them.
You’re flexible, accommodating, understanding… but somewhere along the line, you became the only one adjusting.
That’s not balance. That’s imbalance disguised as generosity.
Over time, this kind of constant shifting chips away at your sense of self.
Not because adjusting is bad—but because it’s become expected.
It’s no longer a choice. It’s your role.
When you’re always the one bending, you stop noticing how far you’ve moved away from yourself.
This is a subtle boundary break.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
But deeply draining.
Ask Yourself:
- When did I learn that flexibility equals worthiness?
- Who taught me that being easy to work with = being lovable?
- Where am I making things comfortable for others while making them harder for myself?
The invitation here isn’t to become rigid or resistant.
It’s to start noticing when flexibility turns into self-erasure.
You can be supportive without shrinking.
You can be kind without contorting.
This week, start by observing the small adjustments you make without thinking.
Even the ones that seem “normal.”
What would it look like to stop moving for a moment… and let someone else meet me halfway?
