Originally published July 2025 on Medium.
This essay dismantles the myth of laziness and reframes it as a hunger—for space, for rhythm, for a life not dictated by urgency. It’s a personal reckoning with internalized shame and inherited scripts, offering a gentler lens on what it means to pause, to need room, to resist the grind.
What if what we call “lazy” is actually a signal that something deeper needs tending?
Read it here: I Kept Calling Myself Lazy—I Was Starving for Space