We inherited a culture that treats rest like a trophy—handed out only after you’ve bled for it.
Here’s the rebellion: rest isn’t the reward. It’s the point.
Labor Day was never just a long weekend. It was born as a protest, a line in the sand that said: our labor will not be exploited, our lives will not be consumed, our right to rest is non-negotiable.
And still, this system runs on our depletion, which makes every pause a protest of its own.
Your capacity is sacred.
Your rest is leadership.
Your peace is power.
So today? Lay it all down.
Close the laptop.
Mute the algorithm.
Let your body unclench.
Listen for the soft, steady drumbeat of your nervous system calling you home.
Because the future you’re building doesn’t need more hustle.
It needs more you—present, resourced, alive.
And since I practice what I preach, I’ll be back with our regular rhythm tomorrow. Today, I’m off the clock right along with you. 😉