The Year I Learned That Rest Is Not Laziness
For most of my life, rest felt like a crime.
If I wasn’t busy, I felt guilty. If I wasn’t exhausted, I felt undeserving. Somewhere along the way, I learned that worth was measured by output, and slowing down meant falling behind.
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I miss playing Scarbble. This was so nostalgic. Loved your Haiku!