Meeting resistance with compassion

Lately, I’ve been sitting with my own resistance — not just noticing it, but really feeling it. That stubborn, quiet tug that shows up when I know I need to meditate, journal, pull a card… and instead I scroll, distract, delay.

The truth is, I’ve spent a lot of time avoiding the very practices that nourish me — the ones that reconnect me to myself, to spirit, to the work I’m here to do. Not because they don’t work, but because they do. And that change, that growth, that deeper remembering… it scares me sometimes.

Resistance is not laziness. It’s not a flaw. It’s a protector. Underneath mine? There’s fear. Fear of how life might shift if I really step into this path. Fear of being judged. Fear of being seen — truly seen — and maybe even rejected.

But what I’ve come to realise is this: if I wait for the fear to disappear before I move, I may be waiting forever. So instead, I’m learning to take gentle steps with the fear. To meet my resistance with compassion, not shame. To trust that the path I’m called to — however unknown — is one I don’t walk alone.

If you’re feeling the same pull and push, I see you. Be gentle with your resistance. There’s wisdom there. Listen, but don’t let it lead.