We hear phrases like “all things in moderation” so often that we tend to accept them as some form of universal truth.
As if we’re supposed to live up to some standard of a balanced life.
The way we eat.
The way we train.
The way we work.
The way we spend our time.
We’re given the impression that we shouldn’t let anything get out of balance.
That we should neither indulge nor deprive.
That we should neither fully commit nor ignore.
That we should be right there in the middle.
Practicing moderation.
Yet, who defines moderation?
Why do we feel like it’s somebody else?
Why do we feel self-conscious when we choose to live differently?
When we want to devote all of our time and attention toward something?
When we want to completely neglect something in which we find no value?
When we want to live life on our terms?
Why is it that we let others’ ideas of moderation dictate how we feel and how we’re living?
Who chooses what moderation even means?
Is it not different for everybody?
Even if there were some clear definition for moderation, why does it matter?
What’s more important?
Moderation, or living a most excellent life?
One from which we pass with a smile on our face?
With zero regrets?
Knowing that we lived it to our fullest?
Moderation is a practically meaningless buzzword.
Forget about moderation.
Seek whatever balance aligns with what you want for your best life.
If that means going all in on one thing.
Do it.
If that means drawing a line in the sand and saying “no”.
Do it.
If that means a little bit of everything.
Do it.
Work to know yourself.
To learn what fills your cup.
Then live it.
You are worthy of the best life.
You define what that looks like.
You’ve got this.
