When Rest Becomes the Real Work 🏋

Not every weekend needs to be productive. Sometimes, it just needs to be healing 🌱🛌

I just completed a 72-hour fast. It wasn’t my first — I’ve done 36-hour fasts regularly, and my body’s gotten used to them. But this time, I went further. Not for the challenge — but for something deeper. I wanted to see what would shift if I simply stayed with myself a little longer.

Up until the 48-hour mark, I was surprisingly okay. My focus dipped, but it was manageable — especially since it was the weekend. What came next — from 48 to 72 hours — was the stretch. My heart rate climbed. My head felt a little off. I rested when I needed to. Took naps when my body asked.

But on the third morning, I woke up feeling… light. My mind was clear. My body, calm 🧠✨

And I knew — something inside me had realigned.

I’ve Been Through Harder Things 💔➡️💪

I asked myself, “Was this hard?”

And truthfully, no.

Not compared to the hardest thing I’ve ever done — walking away from someone I still had deep feelings for, because I knew staying would only harm me. That broke me open. That taught me what it means to love yourself enough to leave.

So no, this wasn’t hard.

It was just another way of choosing me.

And I’m not doing these things to prove anything. I’m doing them to remember who I am 🔁💫

Old Me Would Have Called This Weekend Wasted ⏳🚫

I didn’t go to the gym. I didn’t tick off my usual tasks. I didn’t create anything “productive.”

Old me would’ve panicked at the thought of all that stillness.

But this time, I saw it differently.

Rest isn’t a step back. It’s part of the process 🌀🪷

My brain wasn’t running at full capacity. But when it did focus, it felt precise — like I’d cleared out the noise and was left only with what mattered.

A Promise Kept 💖

This fast wasn’t about restriction.

It was about trust.

I said I’d do it — and I did. Not because I had to. But because I wanted to show myself that I could follow through. That I could honour what I needed. That I could hold space for myself even when there was nothing to “show.”

And that… felt powerful ⚡️🧘🏻‍♀️

I’m still learning. Still rewiring what growth means to me.

But I’ve learned this:

You don’t always have to go faster.

You don’t always need to push harder.

Sometimes, real strength looks like pausing.

Letting your body catch up.

Letting your soul breathe 🌬️🌸