The Invisible Black Woman

We live in a culture obsessed with the grind. From the moment we wake up, there’s an expectation that we should be producing, performing, or perfecting something. Even weekends aren’t safe. Somehow Saturday has become the catch-all for errands, side hustles, chores, and trying to squeeze two days into one. And by the time Monday rolls back around, the weekend feels like another workweek you never got paid for.

That is why doing nothing—and doing it on purpose—is such a radical act.

Doing nothing on purpose is not laziness. It is not a lack of ambition. It is resistance. It is choosing yourself over a system that will gladly wring every ounce of energy out of you without hesitation. It is reclaiming your time without explanation or apology.

When you do nothing on purpose, you remind yourself that your value is not tied to how much you check off a list. You refuse to measure your worth in deadlines or deliverables. You push back against the lie that rest is weakness and exhaustion is proof of strength. You give yourself permission to breathe, to pause, to exist without being in constant motion.

Because here is the truth: the grind will always be there. The inbox will always refill. The demands will always come knocking. But your peace? Your body? Your spirit? Those do not come with infinite replacements. If you never allow yourself the space to rest, you risk running out of yourself in the name of proving yourself.

So today, do nothing on purpose. Not by accident, not as an afterthought, but intentionally. Sit still. Step away. Let silence be your soundtrack. The world will keep spinning whether you are grinding or not. And sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is to stop spinning with it.

Because rest is not optional. It is essential. And doing nothing on purpose is how you reclaim it.

Until next time, I wish you nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, which are no less fictitious than the grounded, graceful, and unapologetically resting soul you are.