The Weight We Carry And Why It Matters

Some labor never makes it to a spreadsheet.

It’s the work that happens before the day starts and long after it ends. It’s what you do on autopilot because if you didn’t, who would?

I’ve been writing about a girl who carried more than her little arms should have been expected to. She wasn’t praised. She wasn’t paid. She just did it. Laundry baskets on one hip, a baby on the other. Because someone had to.

And in the quiet corners of my mind, I realized: I know that girl. She grew up. She’s in so many of us.

She’s the woman showing up for her team, her family, her vision without expecting fanfare. She’s the one tracking grocery lists, client meetings, and emotional dynamics all at once. She’s the one whispering to herself, “Just keep going.”

Maybe that’s you.

If so, I want you to hear this: Your unseen work is real. It matters. Even if no one claps for it. Even if you feel like it’s never enough.

There’s something irreplaceably divine about the steady. The dependable. The ones who get things done, not for applause but because they love.

You’re not invisible. You’re not alone. And what you carry is not just heavy. It’s sacred.

This season of writing is reminding me: sometimes the most transformational strength is the kind that doesn’t announce itself.

-Jasmine