Self-Help: Slowing Down

As the weather cools, something in me softens. I sleep better. I breathe deeper. My mind feels less frantic, like the air itself is inviting me to slow down.

But rest doesn’t happen automatically.
I’ve learned that I have to choose it, intentionally and without guilt.

Saturdays are my reset day. The only thing I hold myself to is finishing my schoolwork. After that, if my body wants rest, it’s allowed.
If I sleep the entire afternoon, that’s okay.
If I do nothing at all, that’s okay too.
That permission matters.

Rest isn’t a reward for finishing everything.
It’s the space that lets everything else make sense. It keeps me creative, grounded, and capable of actually feeling my emotions instead of reacting from them.

During the week, meditation helps me find that same stillness.
It creates distance from the voice that insists I should be doing more.
It reminds me that rest is not a luxury.
It’s a health requirement.

The world slows, and I try to follow its lead.