Joy Wasted with KB Dickey

Some days… I don’t want to be strong. I don’t want to push through. I don’t want to “boss up,” “grind harder,” or “keep going.” I just want to be rescued.

And I know—we preach that whole “rescue yourself” gospel. Get up. Make it happen. Be your own hero. And trust me, I believe in that. I live by that. Most days, I am that. But it doesn’t erase the truth that sometimes… I just want to rest in my rescue.

Not because I’m weak. Not because I’m giving up. But because I’m tired. Because the weight gets heavy. Because the cape I wear every day starts to feel like a straightjacket. And in those moments, I don’t need a motivational quote—I need a soft place to land.

I need someone to say, “I got you.” I need space to breathe without explaining. I need to be held up without having to hold everything together.

And that’s okay.

It’s okay to want rescue. It’s okay to need rest. It’s okay to not be the strong one every single time. The truth is, even the strongest people need saving sometimes. Even the most resilient hearts need a break.

So if today is one of those days for you—where you’re not trying to be a warrior, just a human—I see you. I feel you. And I’m with you.

Let yourself be rescued. Let yourself be soft. Let yourself be still.

You’ll rise again. You always do.

Joy Junkie