11/03/2026
Lately my body has been asking for something I’ve spent years trying to override and it litterally took emergency surgery before i took it seriously.
Rest.
Not the “I’ll rest once everything is done” kind, even then it's more a state of waiting than rest 😂
The real kind.
The slow down.
The heal.
The let your nervous system catch up kind.
And if I’m honest, there’s still a small voice in my head that worries rest will make me gain weight, lose strength, be slower; just be negative to me in some way.
Because many of us grew up believing that discipline meant pushing through and slowing down meant losing progress.
But I’m learning that strength isn’t always about doing more.
Sometimes it’s about listening.
Listening to the body that has carried you through busy seasons, stressful weeks, training blocks, motherhood, work and everything in between.
Right now my season looks different and it did even before the surgery i just fought a bit harder till my body fought back.
It looks like healing.
It looks like slowing down.
It looks like trusting that rest isn’t failure.
And that taking care of myself also means I’ll have more to give to the people I love.
It’s learning when to put your foot on the gas and when to gently take it off.