Rest Is Fuel, and My System Was Missing a Gear
July 31, 2026•613 words
I came home from the family reunion softer than I left.
That's the sentence I want to keep. Dallas gave me room to breathe. I slept. I slowed down. For a few days I wasn't the guy with five open initiatives and a vault that greets him by his own name at 7am — I was just a cousin at a reunion, getting rest I'd needed for longer than I'd admitted.
Let me name the grateful part plainly, before the week speeds back up and buries it: that rest was not a luxury. It was fuel. I say that as someone wh...
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