Walking Anyway: Living with uncertainty, navigating life transitions, and finding faith when life doesn't go as planned
Walking Anyway is a podcast for spiritually thoughtful people learning how to live faithfully when life feels uncertain, unresolved, or heavier than expected.
Instead of offering quick answers or forcing clarity, each weekly episode explores how to stay present in real life—while still taking small, meaningful steps forward.
Walking Anyway: Living with uncertainty, navigating life transitions, and finding faith when life doesn't go as planned
06: You Don't Have Energy For More
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What do you do when you’ve been pushing through for so long that exhaustion starts to feel normal?
If you’ve been feeling emotionally tired, stretched thin, or quietly overwhelmed by your own life lately, this episode might feel familiar.
In this episode of Walking Anyway, I talk about a season of burnout that slowly forced me to face my own limits — and what I’m learning now about exhaustion, ceasing, and why slowing down felt much harder than I expected.
In this episode:
– why exhaustion is not always visible
– the difference between numbing yourself and actually resting
– what faithful living can look like when life feels emotionally unsustainable
Here on Walking Anyway, we practice staying with our lives in uncertain seasons, without rushing ourselves past what is real.
If this is where you are right now, I hope this episode helps you slow down long enough to notice what you need.
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I'm Denisa Nica and welcome to Walking Anyway.
SpeakerThis is a podcast about living faithfully in uncertain seasons when life feels unclear and nothing is quite settling yet. If you carry questions and you're not quite sure how to move through this in a way that feels steady and true, you're in the right place to keep walking anyway. Each week I offer a reflection and a simple way to faithfully walk one more step.
SpeakerI'm an author and spiritual director and the founder of The Table, a contemplative space shaped by a weekly rhythm where women practice this kind of faithful living together at their own pace in the middle of their real lives and faith. I live in Spain, where life moves a little slower, and that has changed the way I pay attention and the way I live inside my own life.
SpeakerThis week I'll share what happened when exhaustion caught up with me, why depletion is not always visible, and what I'm slowly learning about exhaustion, limitation, and faithful living. Listen in. It had been raining for weeks, which, if you've ever lived in Vancouver, especially in the winter, basically means it had been raining since 1997. Honestly, there's probably a reason we ended up moving to Spain eventually, and I don't think it was only the middle life crisis. And I remember doing this online leg workout in our semi-dark living room while drinking my first out of the five daily coffees at the time and answering work texts at the same time. I was mentally moving through my entire day while trying to keep up with the instructor on the screen, and I could already tell the weights were too heavy for me that morning. But I kept going anyway.
SpeakerAnd I remember having this overwhelming feeling that the day hadn't even probably started yet, and I was already behind somehow, already defeated and tired in a way that sleep didn't seem to fix anymore. At first I thought I was just tired. I thought I needed one good night of sleep or a slower weekend, or worst case scenario, whole vacation. I had always wanted to visit Rome. Or maybe just one day where nobody needed anything from me. But the strange thing was that the project ended and I never really recovered from it. Over the next several months, I became more and more exhausted. Nothing very dramatic at first, just slower somehow. Like my body was moving through water, like the rest of my life kept moving at full speed. And eventually it got to the point where I could barely get out of bed. Looking back now, I think that was the first time I really came face to face with my own limitations. And when I say this, I don't mean as an idea or as something wise people write about in books. I mean in my actual body, in my actual life.
SpeakerAnd honestly, I don't think I had much of a framework for that growing up. I grew up in Eastern Europe and I genuinely don't remember seeing people rest. People sat down, yes. People ate soup, tended gardens, made dinner, sat down with a neighbor for half an hour, and then got back up again and kept going until bedtime. There was always something else to clean or fix or prepare. Rest always felt a little suspicious somehow, a little too close to laziness. I think somewhere along the way I absorbed the idea that rest happened after everything important was finished, which of course meant it almost never happened. Ask my husband, who is still occasionally washing dishes at 2.
Speaker2:30 in the morning after we had people over for dinner, because apparently I remain deeply unconvinced that anyone should go to bed while their cups in the sink. And maybe that's why it took me so long to notice how exhausted I really was. Because exhaustion is not always visible. Sometimes it's physical, yes. But sometimes it's emotional or mental or social or spiritual. Sometimes it's the exhaustion of making too many decisions for too long. Sometimes your body keeps moving, but some quieter part of you has stopped arriving. And just to be clear, what I'm not saying here is take a nap and you'll feel better. And I mean sometimes a nap helps. I support naps wholeheartedly. But this feels a little deeper than that.
SpeakerI read something from Brene Brown years ago about the difference between stress and overwhelm. And I remember her saying that stress thinks this is a lot, but I can keep pushing through. Where overwhelm is different. It's more like the body saying things are happening too fast. We cannot sustain this space anymore. And I think for many of us, especially those of us who are thoughtful or responsible or caring or used to caring a lot, we become so accustomed to functioning that we stop noticing when we've crossed over from tired into depleted. We keep pouring, we answer the email, do the laundry, finish the project. We check in on someone else, keep producing, keep carrying, we keep moving. And meanwhile, somewhere at the center of us, an alarm bell is quietly ringing. It's hard to know what is ours to do when we've been depleted for too long.
SpeakerI've been thinking about how often we try to pour infinite expectations into finite hours. We want more from ourselves than our actual humanity can sustain. We imagine worlds to conquer, people to care for, drawers to organize, meaningful work to create, souls to tend. And then we feel surprised when our bodies or minds eventually stop cooperating. The hours don't multiply. And sometimes I wonder if part of the grief of adulthood, and especially midlife, is realizing we are spent long before everything is finished. Especially if you care deeply, or if your work involves people or creativity or presence. Because sometimes exhaustion is not only tiredness, sometimes it's sorrow we haven't had space to feel yet.
SpeakerFor me, one of the strange ironies is that the very work I do, accompanying others in spiritual direction, writing about God, the soul, and ordinary life, and paying attention actually requires spaciousness in order to remain true. It requires silence, solitude, reflection, an actual calendar time to notice what is happening inside me before I turn it into words. And yet the fruitfulness of the work can slowly consume the very conditions the work needs in order to stay alive. I've noticed that when I start trying to create more without enough space to receive, something in the work changes. It becomes more performative and sometimes less honest, less connected somehow to my actual life with God. And I think that's true for any church leader, writer, or for any vocation that involves teaching or leading others spiritually in some way. Because the work is not only producing, it's also containing. It's allowing life and the Spirit of God to move through me slowly enough that I don't miss my own soul while trying to speak about the soul. And that kind of work cannot be rushed.
SpeakerThere's an old image from the 12th century Cistercian Abbot, Bernard of Clairvaux, where he talks about the difference between canals and reservoirs. He says a canal pours out constantly. A reservoir receives first. It gathers and holds and waits, and eventually it overflows from what it has first received. He says, Become a reservoir, not a canal. And I think for a long time I believed faithfulness meant being a canal. Keep pouring, keep helping, keep showing up, and proving my usefulness to the world and maybe even to God. But now I'm not so sure because eventually the canal runs dry. And perhaps faithfulness sometimes looks less like constantly pouring yourself out and more like becoming receptive again. Which I realize sounds less impressive and far less efficient, but might actually be closer to the truth. For a long time, stopping and rest felt lazy to me. And I realize now that some of that is probably all conditioning and all stories about worth and usefulness. But stopping also felt strangely empty and disorienting. Like if I stopped producing for too long, I might disappear somehow.
SpeakerBut I'm slowly learning about what some spiritual writers call the practice of ceasing, not quitting life or avoiding responsibility, but interrupting the endless pressure to keep pouring long enough to receive again, to receive God again and my own life again. And to get back to myself honestly enough that I can also return to other people more honestly. And maybe part of being human is realizing not everything is ours to carry. God remains God even when we reach our limits.
SpeakerFor me, what usually gets me back to myself is silence and solitude. And when I say that, I don't mean disappearing from my life or isolating myself from people. I just mean enough quiet to hear my own life again. And strangely, silence and solitude are also what tend to bring me back to God and to other people too, which feels backwards at first, but maybe it isn't. Maybe we can't keep offering presence to the world while remaining absent from ourselves.
SpeakerThere's a poem by the Spanish poet Antonio Machado called Caminante No Hay Camino. It translates loosely to "Traveler, There Is No Road". And the poem basically says that the path is made by walking. I love that because I think lately I'm learning that faithful walking is not mastering the road ahead of me and learning as I go what it means to remain human. Which to be fair may still be good for your heart. I'm not against cardio, but moving through life too quickly is not always very good for the soul. Sometimes walking faithfully, it looks like slow down enough to notice our limits, pausing long enough to breathe again, because ceasing is part of walking too. So the practice this week is not figuring out how to have energy for more. It's simply taking five quiet minutes and sitting gently with this question. What gets me back to myself? And maybe for you, it really is taking a nap under a heavy blanket in the middle of the afternoon. Maybe it's leaving your phone at home while you go for a walk. Although, yes, I realize I'm technically telling you that you may miss this podcast episode if you do that. Maybe it's finally keeping Sabbath in a real way and not spending half the day scrolling on Instagram or watching episode after episode on Netflix. Which I say with absolute no judgment because I personally try to convince myself that six straight hours of television counted as rest. And somehow I always felt more tired afterward. Or maybe it's saying no to brunch because what you actually need is sleep and quiet and one hour where nobody asks anything from you. Maybe it's talking honestly with a spiritual director or a trusted friend. Maybe it's making a small list of what you are simply going to care less and care more about this week.
SpeakerI think beginning to pay attention to what restores us is actually part of faithful living.
SpeakerMay we learn to recognize that our limits, as much as our gifts, can shape what is ours to hold and ours to do. And may we slowly release the exhausting illusion that everything depends on us. May the God who cares for all things take care of what you cannot carry today. And may the same God take gentle care of you too.
SpeakerThanks for listening to episode six of Walking Anyway.
SpeakerI hope reflecting on the spiritual practice of ceasing and learning to notice both what is really happening inside you and what gets you back to yourself again helps you keep walking anyway, even in seasons when you don't have energy for more. Because the way you're walking through this, right in the middle of what hasn't settled yet, and right in the middle of your own very human limits, is already forming something steady in you.
SpeakerIf you're wanting a place to actually practice this, not just think about it, you can begin with a 21-day guest seat inside T he Table. It's a quiet, slow space where you learn to stay with God in your real life without needing to push yourself past your limits to belong. And where you don't have to do that on your own.
SpeakerAs only as you can find me at denisaonica.com or on Instagram at denisa.o.nica where I post almost daily either a photo or a video on Instagram stories. I'd love to see you there. Now, as you step back into your day, notice what stayed with you. And let that be enough for today. Just like light moving through a room. You don't need to see everything at once to keep living faithfully here.
SpeakerI'll close with a line from Psalm 143. And if you're in a season your soul feels tired in ways you can't quite explain, maybe these short words might feel true for you too. "Teach me the way I should walk". Amen. Thanks for listening, and I'll be here with you next time.