Permission to Rest: Why Slowing Down is Actually Strong
I’ve been thinking a lot about the word “busy.” It feels like everywhere you look, being busy is this badge of honor, right? Like if you’re not running on empty, you’re not doing enough, or you’re not enough. We’re taught to hustle, hustle, hustle, and then hustle some more.
But lately, I’ve been feeling this deep pull to just… stop. To give myself permission to rest. And not just resting because I'm totally exhausted — which, let's be real, happens a lot — but resting as a conscious choice. As an intentional way to be.
I used to think that real feminine strength was all about endurance, about always pushing through, no matter how tired you were. And sure, sometimes you have to do that. But I’m starting to see that true strength is also knowing when to hit pause. It’s about being gentle with yourself, even when the world is demanding so much.
For me, stepping back isn't about giving up. It’s about refilling my cup so I actually have something to pour out later. It’s about honoring my body and my mind. It’s realizing that there is a deep, quiet beauty in slowing down, in not constantly striving for perfection or productivity.
Femininity, to me, is rooted in cycles and rhythms, in understanding when to bloom and when to lie dormant for a bit. We are not machines designed for non-stop performance. We’re women, full of life, and that life needs time to breathe, time to heal, time to just be.
So, if you’re feeling that urge to just stop, listen to it. Give yourself a break. There’s no guilt in resting. It’s not weakness; it’s a beautiful act of self-preservation. It’s recognizing your own humanity and your own needs. And honestly? I think that’s a pretty powerful thing.
Rest easy,
Vladyslava