Issue #103 | January 16th, 2026 | Previous issues​

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Hey Reader,

Are you pouring from an empty cup?

Maybe you've been doing everything the "books" say to do in order to fill your cup FIRST so you can give — from your overflow. 🥤

Have you ever felt, however, that no matter how much you try to fill your cup, you're still running on empty most of the time.

Why?

Could it be you're trying to fill a leaky cup that has holes in it?

That might explain why you can do all the right things — sleep, breathe deeply, pray, practice self-care — and still feel burnt out.

Here’s the lie that keeps so many of us exhausted: If I stop holding everything together, something bad will happen.

What does a normal day look like for you?

Noise.

Competing needs.

Responsibilities stacking up.

Low-level vigilance.

And underneath it all, that familiar inner pressure: Don’t relax yet. Don’t enjoy yourself yet. There’s still more to hold together.

I almost believed it again.

But I stopped and noticed something subtle — the way guilt and fear arrive like a soft breeze. Not dramatic. Just enough to steer you away from yourself if you let it.

So I started naming it quietly:

I notice you guilt, but you don’t get a say.

I notice you fear, but you don't get a say here.
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Do you have a place you can go to that doesn’t ask anything of you?

Do you allow yourself time and space to not be needed?

If you're holding many responsibilities in life, these can be heavy question to consider. You may not even realize how much your nervous system believes its holding things together. That if you rest, or let go, things will fall apart.

I get that.

But every once in a while, I put that theory to the test. I disappear for a few hours. I don't do dishes for a few days. I don't answer the phone. I don't call to check in on anyone. I don't cook. (Yes, I rebel against it all 🤣.)

Just to see what happens.

And guess what happens?

Nothing! Everyone and everything keeps going.

Schoolwork still happens.

Life continues.

The dishes may or may not be there — they somehow know to wait patiently without complaining.

My boys figure out how to eat. Nobody starves.

Nobody dies.

I didn’t realize my nervous system was still living under the lie: If I choose myself, something bad will follow.

It didn’t.

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Here’s what I’m learning, slowly and honestly: If your environment constantly demands vigilance—emotional, relational, maternal—leaving it briefly is not indulgence. It’s maintenance.

Softness cannot survive endless watchfulness. Joy doesn’t bloom in clenched soil. And many women aren’t exhausted because they’re doing life “wrong,” but because they’re never off duty.​
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So we punish ourselves. For resting. For enjoying. For choosing quiet. For choosing beauty. Sometimes for real past mistakes. Sometimes for imagined ones.

And then we wonder why we feel hard, brittle, or disconnected from ourselves.

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Lately, I’ve been returning to a simple but powerful posture—not as a goal, but as a remembering. I'm planning to filter every thought, action, and moment through this:

Quietly powerful. Soft restraint. Playful, present, and grounded.

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Not becoming someone else. Not striving.

Just removing the punishment long enough to come home to who I already am. This posture doesn’t abandon responsibility.

It refuses martyrdom.

It allows joy without explanation.

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If this resonates, here’s the only invitation I’ll offer—no checklist, no self-improvement project:

Where might you be denying yourself nourishment because you think you must suffer first?

You don’t have to answer it today. Just notice what stirs.

You might want to sit with that on paper—not to fix anything, just to listen. Sometimes that’s enough to begin loosening the grip.

If nothing else, let this be a moment where you don’t have to fix or judge yourself.

With love and gentleness,

Anna Celotto

​aferalhousewife.com​