In a house teeming with noise and pressure, she accidentally discovers a hidden staircase, a portal to a room devoid of expectation. Here, time softens, offering solace from life’s demands. The staircase becomes her refuge, teaching her that true peace lies in stillness and trust—until its existence hinges on her…
For a long time, I thought the problem was my capacity. That I needed to be tougher. Faster. Less affected.That if I could just override my body more efficiently, I’d finally keep up. What I’m realizing is that the issue was never me.It was the culture I was trying to…
The debt arrived without the slightest warning. It didn’t knock. It didn’t announce itself. It simply stepped inside behind her one evening, removing its coat as if it had always been there. She noticed it first as weight. Not exhaustion exactly. She knew that feeling well, but something… denser. Like…
I used to rush planning. Not because I necessarily knew what I was doing, or even needed it done NOW.But because sitting with uncertainty made me uncomfortable. If I moved fast enough, I could convince myself I was being decisive. Productive. Responsible. It made me feel like I had my…
The ledger was heavier than it looked. Most people assumed it tracked supplies (grain, linens, tools) but that wasn’t what the columns were for. The entries were smaller. Quieter. Things that didn’t clang when dropped. Exhaustion (mild)Exhaustion (lingering)Exhaustion (bone-deep) She recorded them in careful ink, one line at a time.…
I used to be proud of my ability to push through. To keep going when I was tired.To override discomfort.To finish the thing no matter the cost. It looked like resilience. It sounded like discipline. And for a long time, it was praised. What no one talked about was the…
Everyone agreed she was too slow. Not in an unkind way at first. It began as observation. The way she crossed the square after the light had already changed. The way she listened to a question all the way to the end before answering. The way she paused, sometimes, as…
For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me. I don’t move fast by default.I don’t thrive on constant output.I don’t do my best thinking under pressure. So I told myself a story: that I was lazy. Unmotivated. Undisciplined.It was a narrative that was often supported, or…
The first bell rang before she finished her tea. It was a thin sound, polite but insistent, like a finger tapping glass. She set her mug down immediately. “Had she done this before?” she thought to herself, moving toward the hallway. By the time she reached the front door, the…
Urgency, often mistaken for productivity, is actually a threat to our well-being. It’s a signal that tightens our bodies and clouds our judgment, pushing us to override our true selves. Choosing to refuse urgency becomes an act of self-care, enabling clarity and intentionality in our work, fostering safety over stress.
Hello,
I’m Teareny Maybe
This is where I document what happens when I pay attention and actually walk my own path.
No gatekeeping. No absolutes. No pretending I have it all figured out. Just one witch, practicing in real time, inside modern life.
Teareny Maybe 