Stillness Isn’t Doing Nothing

There’s a lie most of us swallowed without realizing it. If you’re not producing, you’re falling behind.

It’s the whisper that says, Keep going. Stay busy. You can rest when it’s done.
Except “done” never comes. The list resets. The inbox refills. And we measure our worth in checkmarks instead of peace.

For years, I wore “busy” like armor. It made me feel capable, needed, safe. But underneath the accomplishment was exhaustion. Not the kind a weekend fixes. The kind that hums in your bones. The kind that makes joy feel like another task.

Then one morning, before the world woke up, I sat still. No to-do list. No agenda. Just breath and quiet.
And for the first time in a long time, I realized stillness wasn’t absence. It was access.