The Healing Power of Doing Nothing

I used to think doing nothing was wasting time.

That I had to earn stillness by being productive first. That rest came after the work. That I needed to have something to show for the day.

But I’ve been learning something quieter—and truer:

Doing nothing can be healing.

When it’s intentional. When it’s soft. When it’s free from guilt.

Doing nothing lets my nervous system settle.
It reminds me that I’m not a machine.
It reconnects me with the part of me that exists beyond my to-do list.

It’s not laziness. It’s listening.

To the part of me that’s tired. The part that’s stretched thin. The part that doesn’t need to prove anything right now.

Sometimes the most profound act of self-care is to sit, breathe, and not strive for a single thing.

And to know that even in stillness—I’m enough.