There are days when I try to close my laptop early, turn off my phone, and give myself permission to rest — but instead of peace, I feel this ache of guilt.
Like I should be doing more. Like I haven’t earned this pause. Like rest is a reward I still haven’t deserved.
But I’m learning, slowly and softly, that rest isn’t something to win. It’s something I need. My body deserves softness even when I haven’t checked off every task. My mind deserves quiet, even if I didn’t reply to every text.
I’m not a machine. I’m a person with limits. And honoring those limits is a form of self-love.
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