Today is Sunday. Unlike the other days, today I chose to wake up at 11am. The sun was already up, shining through the slit of my windows.
My one-year-old toddler was jumping around me as I tried to replace all the sleep I missed throughout the week. Unbothered by my grogginess, she gave me space to get as much rest as I could. Thank you, sweetheart.
Am I Just Being Lazy?
I don’t know when exactly we arrived at this phase; but somehow, I’ve grown to feel guilty for resting. As if allowing time to pass without checking something off the list is some kind of failure.
Most days, I’m up by 6am. The routine kicks in: mom duties, wife duties, juggling a 9-to-6 remote job while caring for the kids, handling chores, squeezing in some blogging before bed, and finally crashing past midnight. Then repeat.
So on days like this, when I decide to do none of that, no dishes, no deadlines, no trying to be productive, I feel like I owe someone an apology.
Why Do We Feel Guilty for Resting?
It’s the voice we’ve absorbed over time. That little whisper that says, “You should be doing something.” The one that measures your worth in output. That glorifies the hustle and side-eyes the pause.
Somehow, resting became synonymous with laziness. If you’re not working, you’re wasting time. And if you’re not doing, then who even are you?
But that voice? It doesn’t serve us. Especially not women who are already pouring into everyone else from morning till night.
Rest Isn’t a Reward — It’s a Right
You don’t have to earn your rest. You don’t need to hit burnout just to deserve a nap. You don’t need to be on the brink of tears before you say, “I’m allowed to pause.”
Rest is not something we give ourselves after we’ve checked off everything — it’s something we need to keep going.
And sometimes, a lazy Sunday is exactly the kind of healing your body, your brain, and your heart are craving.
Productivity Will Always Be There
Here’s the thing — the to-do list will still be there tomorrow. The emails can wait. The chores will still be waiting (don’t worry, they’re very patient). But your peace? That one’s fragile.
You don’t need to earn your peace by being productive first. You can just… claim it. Even on a Sunday. Even when you’re “doing nothing.”
Because rest is doing something. It’s restoration. It’s resilience. It’s remembering that you’re a human being, not a machine.
Let’s Romanticize the Lazy Days
Wake up late. Lounge in your pajamas. Have brunch at 2pm. Watch three episodes of that Netflix show. Light a candle, scroll for no reason, lie down again.
You’re not falling behind. You’re refilling.
Let’s stop punishing ourselves for being tired. Let’s stop apologizing for having limits. Let’s stop calling it “lazy” when it’s actually just being human.
If You’re Reading This in Bed Right Now…
Stay there. Breathe. Stretch. Let your mind wander.
You don’t have to seize the day. Some days, it’s enough just to be in it.
So here’s to the quiet Sundays. The undone laundry. The naps with no alarms. The coffee you drink slowly. The peace you choose intentionally.
You’re allowed to rest. Without guilt. Without earning it. Just because you need it.
