💭 The old me would've called this lazy…

Heyyyy Reader 💖 If you would’ve told my 23-year-old self that one day I’d be laying around in the middle of the day—without guilt—I would’ve laughed. Or panicked. 😬 Or powered through just to prove I was still "that girl." Back then, rest felt like weakness. Like slowing down meant I didn’t want it bad enough. Like pausing would mean falling behind. But here’s what I know now: the only thing I was falling behind on… was peace. I was overworking, overhelping, and calling it purpose. But Boo, I...