Not Every Day Needs to Be “Productive” (and No, That’s Not Lazy)

Hey, hey - come on in and grab a seat, because I promise I’m not here to yell at you. This is more like… a group hug with words, okay?

Let’s chat about toxic productivity for a second. You know that sneaky little voice in your head, the one bouncing around with a double-shot espresso, chanting, “If you’re not busy every second, you’re doing life wrong”? 

Ugh. That guy. He’s exhausting, right? He’s got us thinking if we’re not running a Fortune 500 company in our pajamas, we’re slacking.

Honestly, at first, it feels kinda good. You feel on top of things. You’re “motivated.” You’re “that girl.” But let’s be real - it’s just your anxiety in a business-casual disguise. Next thing you know, you’re eating cold leftovers with one hand, answering emails with the other, and measuring your entire existence with how many boxes you ticked off your to-do list.

Spoiler alert: you are not your productivity.

Take it from me, I learned this one the hard way. My body basically hit the emergency brake - tight chest, dizzy, full-on panic attack mode. And my first thought? Not “Let’s take care of myself.” Nope. It was, “Oh no, look at all the work I’m not getting done.” 

Priorities, am I right?

But here’s the thing: you’re allowed to rest. Seriously. You don’t have to prove you deserve it. 

Some days are going to be lazy. 

Some days, nothing gets done. 

Some days you just exist in your comfiest clothes and set a new record for staring at the ceiling. And guess what? The sun still rises.

Rest isn’t a treat for “good behavior.” It’s basic self-care. Like, would you expect your phone to last all week without a single charge? No way. And let’s be honest -scrolling work emails while “relaxing” is not a real break. That’s like calling it a spa day in the middle of a construction site.

So, here’s my gentle nudge: take a real break. Let yourself lose track of time, laugh at silly things, or just chill with zero agenda. 

The world can wait. Your inbox will survive. Promise.

And just in case nobody’s said it today: you deserve to rest. No permission slip required. Anyone says otherwise, send ’em my way - I’ll set ’em straight with some friendly fire.