09/06/2026
I live on the second floor and I almost always take the stairs. But some days, I take the elevator instead, not because it's faster, it barely saves any time.
It's because for those few seconds, I get to do nothing. Just stand there and let something else move me.
Sometimes rest isn't about finding more time. It's about letting a small moment be enough.
What's your elevator? The tiny, unnecessary pause you let yourself take anyway?