Soft Launch of My
Calm Era

I’m not making an announcement. There will be no press release. No dramatic before-and-after photos. This is just a soft launch of my calm era.

Which is funny, because I used to think calm was something you unlocked after you finished everything. After you worked harder. After you proved something. After you earned rest like a reward.

Turns out, calm is something you choose — usually right after your body humbles you.

And then one day, my body said, "We’re no longer participating in that lifestyle." No warning. No meeting. No vote.

Now I am pretty, polite, and mildly inflamed at all times.

I still show up looking fine — but behind the scenes there’s a lot more happening. There’s inflammation. There’s fatigue that doesn’t go away with a nap. There’s a mental checklist that runs before I say yes to anything.

Resting is not quitting.

When you slow down because your body requires it, people start to act like you’re quitting. Like you’re "giving up." Like you’re less driven. Like you’ve lost your edge.

But let me say this clearly — resting is not quitting. Resting is strategy. Resting is information. Resting is what happens when you finally stop fighting your body and start listening to it.

My body is not the problem.

I used to think something was wrong with me. That I had lost motivation. That I wasn’t as strong or capable as I used to be. But the truth is simpler and kinder: My body is not the problem.

My body is doing its job. It’s protecting me. It’s sending signals. It’s asking for a different pace, not a smaller life.

So this season looks different. I still care. I’m still ambitious. I’m still me. I just don’t hustle through inflammation anymore. I don’t override exhaustion with guilt. I don’t pretend "fine" is a personality trait.

This calm era isn't quiet because I've given up. It's quiet because I finally trust myself enough to listen.