Episode 9: Who Are You When You Are Not Performing Or Proving?

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For the woman who’s spent her whole life proving, pleasing, and performing—this episode is for you.

If you stop proving, who’s left?
 If you stop performing, what remains?
 This episode of #SoulfullyAlignedPodcast invites you to meet the truest version of yourself — the one who’s been waiting all along.

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Transcript

Maxine Bingham: 0:01

Hi, welcome back to Soulfully Aligned. My name is Maxine Bingham, and today we are looking at who are you when you're not performing or proven in this first part, we are gonna look at performance as survival and not identity. So take a deep breath, not the one you use to push down what hurts, not the one you take to stay composed. But the breath that says, I don't have to hold it all right now, the breath that says, I am allowed to feel this. You belong even in moments when you're not dazzling. The world with your brilliance or juggling countless responsibilities this space is for the you who has held it in too long. Who's been strong for everyone else, who needs someone to say. You can let go. Let us engage in a candid conversation just between us. Who are you? When you are not striving to earn your place at the table, when you're not overexplaining, overdelivering, or overextending yourself? Who are you? When you are simply being you? This inquiry is not solely for you. It resonates with me as well. I have spent years performing, even in the absence of an audience, smiling the right smile and articulating the right words, because at some point, performing felt safer than simply being, can you relate? Maybe your performance didn't begin on a stage, but in a living room, a classroom, a dinner table where helping made you feel needed. And silence kept the peace. Maybe it was when your needs felt too much or your voice too loud in response. The remarkable woman you are. You adapted. You softened your tone, tempered your truth, and made it all appear effortless. However, here's a crucial insight. That version of you is a strategy, not your true identity. Performance. It is not your personality. It is a survival skill an a admirable one, but no longer the sole means by which you can be recognized. We do not perform because we are inauthentic. We perform because we believed that our true selves were insufficient, molding ourselves into shapes that made others comfortable. The easy one, the strong one, the quiet one. None of these roles were necessary for you to be enough. Those adaptations were born from survival. Wisdom and a desire for inclusion. Yet you have always belonged. Let us take a moment to reflect. Survival, deserves respect, not condemnation. The version of you who read the room. Suppressed her needs and maintained a polished exterior while feeling undone. Inside was not disingenuous. She was navigating a world that demanded her to be included and safe. That was wisdom. That was strength. She deserves compassion. Now, however, you are poised to embark on a new chapter. Go ahead. Turn the page, get your pen out, and start writing. What once served as protection, may now hinder your growth. Here is your invitation release. What is no longer necessary? Breathe deeply, show up authentically, live beyond the constraints of performance. I must be honest. I too am still in the process of unlearning. At times. I tend to revert to all roles, smiling when I wish to express my thoughts or agreeing when I'm mean to decline. While we are capable of doing it all, should we, what is the cost of always being on what if we allowed ourselves to simply be enough? So I gently want to ask you these questions. What roles have you assumed to feel accepted? Who did you become in the name of survival? And which part of you is yearning to return home? You need not have all the answers today. Begin by listening to your body, soul, and spirit. And while you do so, go ahead. And take note. Part two, the exhaustion behind the mask. So take a breather. If you've been lugging around life's heavy backpack, you're not just tired, you're marathon level weary. It's not about doing too much, but being a superhero for everyone else nonstop and quietly. You might wonder who has got my back? This isn't laziness. It's running on empty exhaustion from years of people pleasing, overachieving, and turning down your own volume. It's not about lacking your attitude. You have given it all. And then some, there's a secret kind of tiredness, the kind you carry with a smile while your spirit is dragging. People say you're so strong not knowing it's because you've got no other option. They see you pull together, but miss the backstage chaos. Those moments you crumble silently, carrying, emotional IOUs. They see the shiny outside, not the internal crumble. Here's the truth. Performing comes at a price. Not just energy, but your true self always in act mode means losing the real you. You stop being nurtured, stop being you. Eventually, the persona for safety dims your true light, leaving you stumbling in the dark. Breathing gets heavy, feeling becomes hard, and rest turns into a foreign concept. You can't say no without guilt. Can't rest without feeling lazy and can't accept love without earning it. My friend, that's not rest, that's tiredness, masquerading as strength. Can I share a secret with you? Sometimes I tend to feel guilty when I slow down, like I should be doing more, like I'm falling behind even when my body cries for rest. My mind buzzes with you are not enough. You're wasting time. People rely on you. Does that sound familiar? It's not your fault. You learn to push until you broke the world never taught you that rest is sacred. Slowing down is an act of rebellion against a world that profits from your burnout. Here is my revelation. Rest isn't a prize. It's a right. It's not an escape from life. Rest is life. Even God took a break. The earth pauses, seasons take a beat. So why do we shame ourselves for needing the pause we're made for? Why keep pushing when our souls cry for stillness? It is because we have tied self-worth to productivity, seeking applause over alignment, proving our existence. But darling, you already belong. So ask yourself, where do you feel the most pressure to perform? What if you let it go, even just for a day? What do you fear will happen? What rest do you need? But rarely allow yourself to take. What part of you longs to be nurtured? Not managed. You don't need permission to reclaim your breath, but if you're waiting for a sign, here it is. You don't have to carry what's weighing you down. You don't have to prove your worth through exhaustion. You don't have to shine to be seen. You are worthy, whether you're resting, unraveling, or rising. I am not here because I've figured it all out. Believe me, I have not. I am here because I know what it's like to build a life that looks good while quietly wandering. If you'll ever feel like yourself inside, I know what it's like to confuse being needed with being loved, to carry it all with a smile. And still feel like you're never quite enough. I know the weight of performing, of staying quiet when your soul is screaming of overachieving, just to feel safe of losing pieces of yourself so others can stay comfortable. But lately, I have been choosing differently, not perfectly, just differently these days when I feel the urge to overdo. Over prove overextend. I have learned to stop and breathe. I check in with the part of me that just wants to be held, not judged, and I remind her, you don't have to earn rest. You don't have to earn love. You already belong to yourself. So no, I have not mastered this in any way, but I'm walking it. One honest breath at a time, and I want you to walk alongside me, not as someone who's trying to be perfect, but as someone who's remembering that you were never broken. Let this be the moment you stop asking for permission to be real. Let this be the day you choose peace over performance. Let this be the day you come back home to you. I want you to whisper these words to yourself. I am allowed to rest now, not when everything is finished, not when I've earned it in someone else's eyes, but because I am here, because I am tired, because my soul has been whispering. Please let me breathe. I am allowed to be seen. Not the polished version, not the strong one who always holds it together, but me. Raw, quiet, soft, and sacred. I am still worthy of love, especially in those places. I release the weight of performance. I lay down the mask that was never mine to carry. I let go of the lie that I must be everything to be kept. I am not just a role. I am not just who I've been for others. I am not a container for their comfort. I am a woman remembering her name, a woman, remembering the sound of her own voice, a soul gathering every piece she gave away just to survive. Part three, the moment you started disappearing. You don't always know the moment it happens, you just wake up one day and realize you've gone quiet inside. Not because there's nothing left to say, but because you have gotten used to swallowing yourself whole. You trade softness for strength, silence for survival. Truth for tolerance and piece by piece, you disappear. At first, it looks like kindness, helping when you are unraveling, saying yes with a smile while your soul screams, please not again. Then it becomes instinct. To over-function, to shrink, to read the room before you read. Your own needs to be agreeable, adaptable, digestible. You call it being easy to love, but what it really is is forgetting the sound of your own name, and I want you to hear me now. Not with your ears, but with the place inside you that aches you were never meant to earn your place. By erasing yourself, there is nothing holy about hiding. There is nothing noble about numbness. There is nothing loving about abandoning yourself to be chosen. What the world praised in you, your reliability, your selflessness, your. Ability to carry it all. Those were the very tools of your own slow vanishing. But here is what I need you to know. The version of you that existed before the pressure, before the pretending, before the provoking. She is still here. May be quiet, maybe cautious, but definitely not gone. She is sitting in the silence. Watching for the moment you stop running and whispering. I am ready when you are. So this is the invitation. Don't go another day pretending this is enough. Don't let the performance become the legacy. Don't let the applause drown out your own heartbeat. Heartbeat. The truth is you were never too much. You were never meant to disappear, and this moment right here is not your break-in it is your becoming part four, reclaiming your life on your terms. So here we are. We have named the mask. We have honored the survival. We've remembered the girl we used to be. The one who believes she could take up space without proving it. Now comes the part that feels scary and sacred at the same time, reclaiming your life, not the life they expect of you, not the life you built while performing. Not the one that looks perfect on paper, but feels hollow in your bones. No. Your life, the one that fits your spirit, the one that honors your needs, the one you don't have to perform to keep. I want to be real with you. There was a season when I thought reclaiming my life meant blowing everything up, quitting the job, walking away, starting over. But what I've learned is reclaiming your life doesn't always mean burning it all down. Sometimes it starts with one honest moment, one no. That used to be a yes. One nap you let yourself take without guilt. One text, you don't send one truth, you stop hiding. It's not about running. It's about returning. Returning to yourself, to your rhythm, to your voice, to your name. Reclaiming your life doesn't require an announcement. It's not a performance either. It isn't loud or grand, it's sacred. It's sitting in your living room one morning thinking, I don't want to do this like this anymore. And instead of ignoring it, you listen. You let it change you. Not because you were brave, but because you were tired of pretending that you were not breaking, you did not announce it. You just stopped trying so hard, stopped explaining, stopped shrinking. One day you looked around and realized you didn't recognize your own life and worse, you didn't recognize yourself. You walked away maybe not from the job or the relationship or the expectations, but from the lie that said you had to earn your worth. That's what changed you. Not a miracle, not a moment, just the quiet decision to stop disappearing. You start living from the inside out, not the outside in. So let me ask you, what are you afraid will happen if you stop being who they expect? Who are you beneath the image you have been protecting? What have you outgrown, but kept clinging to out of fear? What would change if you choose what feels honest over what looks good? Where have you gone? Quiet just to stay safe. Reclaiming your life means you stop handing your peace over like it's optional. It means you stop apologizing for limits, your truth, your softness, your sacred no, it means you begin again. But this time on your terms, I still fall into pleasing, shrinking, explaining myself to be more acceptable. But now I catch it, I pause and I ask, is this really me or is this survival? Some days I choose me, not because it's easy, but because disappearing is no longer an an option. That's the shift. It's not perfect, it's just honest. Just done leaving myself behind. Here are some reflection prompts:What part of me did I silence so others could stay comfortable. Where in my life am I performing instead of belonging? What truth have I been swallowing just to be loved? What have I normalized that is quietly breaking me? Who am I becoming by constantly betraying myself? Where do I keep showing up out of fear, not alignment? What would I finally say if I stopped managing everyone's perception of me? What does my peace look like and why don't I believe I deserve it? Yet? What version of me is exhausted from being the strong one? If I could stop proving myself just one day, who would I be? Here is what I need you to know, my sister. You don't need permission to reclaim your life. You don't need a milestone or a breakdown or an audience. You only need a willingness to stop abandoning yourself. I know it's scary. It's scary for me. Also, I know it might cost you something. But I promise you, it is costing you more to keep betraying the truth of who you are. You are allowed to want more ease, more peace, more honesty, more you. I am a claiming in my life, not all at once, but piece by piece, I am allowed to change my mind. I am allowed to evolve. I am allowed to return to the life that fits who I actually am. I do not need to earn my freedom. I only need to stop giving it away. Part five. You are already enough, even if no one applauds. Take a deep breath with me. Let it rise in your chest and let it fall with the weight of all the proven you have been doing because if you made it this far with me. If you have sat with the performance, honored the survival, remember the girl you used to be and dare to start reclaiming your life, then hear me now, you are already enough. Even if no one claps for you, even if no one thanks you, even if no one notices all the invisible work you have done just to keep breathing, you. Are enough. And I'm not saying that as acute affirmation. I'm saying it because I've lived the opposite. I've been the woman who overcompensated, who overdelivered. Who over functioned because deep down I thought being loved meant being useful. I thought being seen meant staying strong. I thought my value came from how much I gave away. And maybe you've been there too. Maybe you still there, but let me say this to both of us. You were never meant to audition for your own life. You were never meant to perform your way into love or hustle your way into worth. You are not more valuable because you are productive. You are not lovable because you are polished. You are not more worthy because you're tired all the time. You are worthy, period. Even in your softness, even in your stillness, even in your breaking and becoming and beginning again. So what if just for today, you didn't try to prove anything? What if you moved through your day as if you already belonged, as if you didn't owe anyone? Your performance as if your breath, your presence, your being was enough? Because it is some days I still forget. I still want to earn the applause. Still feel that tug to be impressive. Put together, admired. But I'm learning to catch myself, to pause, to breathe, to say gently. You don't have to do that anymore because you are already enough. So if nobody claps, if no one thanks you. If nobody sees the quiet victories you are holding in your chest. I want you to know that I do and I see you, and I want you to hear me clearly. You don't need applause to matter. You don't need performance to be powerful. You do not need permission to rest. You are already enough exactly as you are. Especially as you are. So take one breath. Inhale, truth and exhale release. And I want you to say it with me now, slow like it's a promise. I am enough. I am not my performance. I am not my productivity. I am not waiting to be chosen. I am already worthy. I am already home. You don't have to keep proving who you are. You just have to remember her. You are enough even if no one claps. And from this moment you don't need to perform to be loved. You only need to be sis. You have waited long enough, you've carried the weight, played the part, held it together, but this, this is your line in the sand. This is a moment where you stop surviving and start living not for their comfort, not for their applause, but for your wholeness. No more waiting for permission. No more postponing your peace. No more shrinking into roles that were never made for you. It's time. Time to speak up. Time to slow down. Time to come home to yourself. Your breath, your body, your voice, your truth. So here's your invitation, and yes, it's an urgent one. Live like you belong to yourself. Move like your soul matters. Choose like you are already worthy because you are. Let today be the day you say. I am done performing. I am done waiting. This is my life and I am taking it back.