I’ve started noticing how uncomfortable I get when I’m not being “productive.” Even on weekends, I’ll find myself tidying something, checking emails, or feeling guilty for just sitting on the sofa doing nothing. It’s like somewhere along the way, rest turned into something that needed to be earned instead of something we all just deserve. Lately, I’ve been trying to unlearn that — to let myself enjoy lazy mornings, slow coffee, quiet walks with no destination. Sometimes I’ll leave my phone in another room and just stare out the window for ten minutes. It sounds silly, but it feels strangely grounding. Doing nothing isn’t actually doing nothing — it’s recharging, processing, and letting your brain breathe. I’m slowly learning that the world won’t fall apart if I pause for a bit. Do any of you struggle with this too? How do you remind yourself that rest is also part of living?