Trees to seas

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Trees to seas
Thereβs a particular kind of hunger that doesnβt feel like hunger at first.
It feels like refreshing a page. Checking your phone. Re-reading a message. Wondering what someone thought of what you said, what you posted, what you did. It feels like a quiet leaning outwardβlike your sense of self is just slightlyβ¦ elsewhere.
The image says it plainly:
If outside validation is your only source of nourishment, you will hunger for the rest of your life.
And the unsettling part is how easy it is to nod along without realizing how deeply it applies.
Because external validation isnβt inherently bad. Itβs human. Weβre wired for connection, for recognition, for being seen. A kind word, a compliment, a moment of acknowledgmentβthose things matter. They can lift you, ground you, remind you that you exist in someone elseβs world.
But when it becomes yourΒ onlyΒ source, something shifts.
You stop asking,Β Do I like this?
And start asking,Β Will they like this?
You stop creating, and start curating.
You stop living, and start performing.
And the problem with performance is that it never ends. Thereβs always another audience, another reaction to chase, another silence to interpret. You can be praised one moment and forgotten the nextβand if thatβs where your sense of worth lives, youβre constantly at the mercy of something you donβt control.
Thatβs the hunger.
Itβs not loud. It doesnβt announce itself. Itβs subtle, persistent, almost reasonable. It tells you that you just need a little more approval, a little more reassurance, a little more proof that youβre doing okay.
But βa little moreβ never becomes enough.
Real nourishment is quieter. It doesnβt spike the way validation does. It builds slowly, internally. It comes from knowing what you value and acting in alignment with it. Even when no one is watching, even when no one is clapping.
And the hard truth is that you canβt outsource that kind of nourishment. No one else can decide for you that you are enough in a way that sticks. People can support it, reflect it, remind youβbut they canβtΒ beΒ it for you.
So maybe the goal isnβt to reject outside validation entirely. Thatβs unrealistic, and honestly, unnecessary.
Maybe the goal is to stop treating it like food. And start treating it like seasoning.
Nice to have. Enhances the experience. But not what you live on.
Because if you donβt learn how to feed yourselfβyour own sense of worth, your own direction, your own voiceβyouβll always be waiting for someone else to hand you a plate.
And thatβs a long, exhausting way to stay hungry.
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Birthday treats, one more seaside run, and a trip north for a repeat race ππ»ββοΈπ΄πΌββοΈππΌββοΈ Last night I did the splash and dash to get a practice swim in. The bike is racked and Iβm ready for round 2 with Oregon 70.3 tomorrow. Yay πΊ
A few more from June in CA. Carlsbad nachos, Solana Beach bikes, and Vista bricks. And a pouty, begging Bodhi.
Ended June swimming, biking, and running around San Diego. Back to the desert grind for a few more days featuring burritos and sandwiches, as always, and hills on hills on hills on the bike π΄πΌββοΈ
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More lifting, running, and cycling. Also eating a lot of sandwiches and burritos. Ready to return to some cooler SD air.