You know that feeling when you're exhausted, but you can't quite let yourself rest because you haven't "earned" it yet? Maybe you didn't finish everything on your to-do list, or you only worked six hours instead of eight, or you just feel like you haven't done enough to deserve a break.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately, especially after talking with friends who run themselves into the ground before allowing themselves to rest. There's this pervasive idea that rest is a reward for productivity, something you unlock after meeting certain criteria. But that's not how our bodies and minds work.
Rest isn't a luxury you earn—it's a biological necessity, like breathing or eating. You wouldn't wait until you've "done enough" to take your next breath, would you? Yet somehow we've convinced ourselves that exhaustion is a prerequisite for rest.