Most of us are taught early that laziness is a flaw. A sign of weakness. A lack of ambition. I grew up in an environment where rest was seen almost as a moral failure. If someone napped in the afternoon, there would be comments — subtle judgments that said, you should be doing something. The unspoken rule was: someone else is always doing better than you. So I learned to move, perform, and prove. Resting made me feel guilty. Slowing down felt unsafe. For years, I believed bei

For most of my childhood, I carried one label everywhere I went: Average. Not “brilliant,” not “gifted,” not “exceptional.” Just… average. My sister always scored higher. My cousins were the “smart ones.” My voice, ideas, likes, and dislikes were treated like background noise. I remember sitting in the backseat during car rides, wanting to ask for my favorite song to be played — but stopping myself. Not because I didn’t know what song I wanted. But because I feared someone wo

Healthy Compromise vs Self-Abandonment — Reclaim Your Peace For the longest time — maybe the first thirty years of my life — I thought...