For a long time, I thought rest was something I had to earn.
If I worked hard enough, helped enough people, finished every little task — then I could allow myself to pause. But the truth is, that day never really came. There was always more to do, more to fix, more to give.
Lately, I’ve been trying to change that story.
Rest doesn’t mean I’ve given up. It doesn’t mean I’m lazy. It means I’m human — someone who needs quiet moments to breathe, to think, to just be. And maybe, that’s not weakness. Maybe it’s wisdom.
Sometimes I notice more grey strands in my hair — quiet reminders of how long I’ve been carrying everything.
Stress, endless work, sleepless nights… they’ve all left little silver marks.
But maybe those greys aren’t signs of weakness.
Maybe they’re proof that I’ve kept going — even when life felt too heavy.
And now, I’m learning to let them be — a soft reflection of strength, not exhaustion.
So tonight, I’m choosing to rest — without guilt, without apology.
Because I deserve to feel peace even when the to-do list isn’t done.
And maybe that’s how I’ll learn to glow again, softly, from the inside out.