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

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“Slowing down is not weakness—it’s the first step to clarity, focus, and true energy balance.” Rest has quietly become a radical act in...