09/11/2025
I am slowly unlearning the rhythm I was raised on,
the one that measured my worth
in checklists, speed, and how much of myself I could squeeze
into a single day.
It’s uncomfortable,
this rewiring of an old instinct
that tells me movement is the same as meaning,
that rest is an apology waiting to happen.
Some days I still chase the clock,
out of habit, not desire.
Some days I still feel guilty
for choosing silence over progress.
But I’m beginning to see
how much life I’ve missed
by treating every hour as something to conquer.
I am teaching myself
to value the pause,
to trust that stillness is not wasted,
to believe that I am allowed to be a person
even when I am not producing anything.
If you’re in this place too,
this gentle undoing,
this slow release of the pressure to always be “on”,
sit with me here for a moment.
We are not falling behind.
We are finding a softer way to live.
We are not abandoning ambition.
We are redefining what it means to live well.
