For months, I had been deeply focused on my work. The days were long, and I barely noticed the hours passing. The work required attention, precision, and a lot of energy. And underneath it all, there was always a quiet question: Am I doing this right? Then, slowly, something changed. The foundations began to feel solid. The uncertainty became quieter. And strangely, that was exactly when the tiredness arrived. I felt exhausted. Sometimes even irritated. At moments, I caught myself wondering if I should throw everything away and start over. I remember thinking: “What’s wrong with me?” “Isn’t this exactly what I wanted?” Later, I learned that experiences like this are surprisingly common. Sometimes we only notice how tired we are once we finally feel safe enough to rest. The experience reminded me of hiking. While we are still climbing, we rarely notice the tiredness. But the moment we reach a place to stop and put our bags down, it suddenly appears. Not as a sign of failure. As a sign that we have finally arrived somewhere safe enough to feel it.