In Defense of the Nap
Society might call it "lazy." I call it maintenance. Why the ultimate wealth isn't money, but the ability to close your eyes on a Tuesday afternoon.
In the corporate world, exhaustion is a currency.
Dark circles are worn like medals. Sleep deprivation is treated as a badge of honor. The unspoken rule is simple: If the sun is up, you should be working.
For years, I followed that rule. I treated my energy like a resource to be mined until it was empty.
But since "parking" my career, I have adopted a new, quieter rebellion.
I prioritize my rest. I get a solid 7 to 8 hours of sleep every night—that is non-negotiable maintenance for my body. But sometimes, even that isn't enough.
Sometimes, the day just demands a reset.
On those specific afternoons—when the inbox is loud and the mind is cluttered—I don't reach for a second cup of coffee to force my brain into submission.
I take a nap.
I lie down. I close my eyes. For twenty minutes, I let the world spin without my supervision.
This isn't laziness. This is maintenance.
When I close my eyes in the middle of a workday, I am reminding myself that I am not a machine. I am stepping out of the stream of "productivity" and reclaiming my own rhythm.
It is a small, silent act of defiance.
When I wake up, the fog is gone. The anxiety of the morning has settled. I haven't just rested my eyes; I have reset my perspective.
Freedom isn't just about the numbers in the bank. It is about the luxury of listening to your body.
The ultimate wealth isn't money. It is the ability to close your eyes on a Tuesday afternoon, and not feel guilty about it.
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