Rest Like You Mean It

The most productive thing I did yesterday was nap.

I saw a post on Threads recently that said,

“I don’t want to be the best version of myself. I want to be the me that takes naps.”

And my first thought was: Why the hell can’t both be true?

Why have we built a version of “best” that excludes softness? Stillness? Rest? Why does our excellence always have to come dressed in exhaustion?

The best version of you can take the nap. The best version of you deserves to rest and renew.

And if what your body is asking for is a nap—then take the f@*&ing nap.

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Here’s the kicker: I’m writing this on a Tuesday.

A day ruled by Mars—which means astrologically, cosmically, energetically—it’s a day meant for movement. For bold action. For getting shit done. And yet, some Tuesdays? I nap.

I curl up with a good book, read until my blinks turn slow and then I allow myself to drift off.

Because I’ve learned that pushing through isn’t always progress. And hustle without heart is just another form of hiding.

When I feel the pressure to go faster, I remind myself: “Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.” (whoever said that first - thank you!)

Because when we equate productivity with worth, we start moving with a frenetic, frantic energy that actually stalls our evolution.

We chase checklists instead of alignment. We move forward but not deeper. We run hard but we don’t arrive.

So here’s what I’m practicing:

Reclaiming rest. Rewriting worth. And remembering that sometimes the most productive thing you can do… is pause.

What if your softness is sacred?

What if your pause is power?

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Tell me—how are you learning to move differently?

Hit reply or drop a comment. I’d love to know where you’re reclaiming your rhythm.