Maybe I Was Never “Too Much”

Just another episode of post reading substack lots of essay makes me wonder and drowningon my own thoughts, but then this came to me.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it really means to do too much.

That phrase used to make me pause — like I was being reminded to slow down, to soften, to be a little less of myself. But after reading “There’s No Such Thing as Doing Too Much,” I realized that maybe those words were never meant to guide me — they were meant to contain me.

Because the truth is, I am someone who feels deeply.

When I care, I give fully. When I believe, I show up completely. And for the longest time, I thought that made me too much. Too emotional, too available, too intense, too everything.

But what if “too much” is just another name for being alive?

For wanting to experience life in color, not grayscale. For pouring myself into people and dreams that matter. For loving in ways that sometimes scare me, but also remind me that my heart still works — fiercely, beautifully.

Yes, I’ve overgiven. I’ve lost balance.

But that doesn’t mean my energy is wrong. It just means I’m learning how to protect it — how to give without losing myself, how to care without crossing my own lines. It’s not about doing less; it’s about doing what feels true.

So now, when I hear someone say, “You’re doing too much,” I smile.

Because maybe they’ve never known what it feels like to live with this kind of fire — the kind that creates, loves, heals, and rebuilds, all at once.

If that’s too much, then I don’t want to be less.

I’d rather be overflowing than empty.

With love,

Chits