Ease isn’t a reward. It’s a right.
You don’t have to hustle toward softness. You don’t have to prove your way into rest.
If your nervous system wants a hammock instead of a hill—listen. If your body sighs at the idea of slowing down—let it.
Ease isn’t something you “get to have” once you’ve done enough. It’s something you’re allowed to choose, even in the middle of the mess.
Especially in the middle of the mess.
Let the glow settle. That’s all.