10/02/2026
Rest is a choice.
Not a given.
There are seasons when life pulls you outward,
and moments when the body whispers come home.
As women, we know this rhythm intimately.
Each month we shed.
Each month we soften.
Each month we die a little so we can be reborn.
On the first day of my bleed, I rest as much as I can.
I lead from my body - not my nervous system, not my mind.
I listen.
I nourish what’s being asked for: warmth, softness, stillness.
I’m not built for constant busyness.
So I don’t worship it.
I rest often - not from weakness, but from sovereignty.
Because restoration is powerful.
This is how I build my business.
How I mother.
How I love.
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