Rest isn't weakness—it's a badge of honor.

Hey there, beautiful soul! 

I know I’ve been MIA this past month. The past three weeks have been a wild adventure, and today, I'm here to share it all with you. So, buckle up, grab a cup of your favorite tea, and let's dive into the whirlwind that has been my life lately.

It all started when my husband went back east to spend some time with his mom after a last minute surgery. 

I knew I could handle him being gone for  all those weeks and I went through some challenges that would put my sanity to the test.

The day my hubby took off, my daughter shared that her throat was hurting. It turns out she had a cold, and not just any cold—this was the kind that turned our cozy home into a quarantine zone. For seven days, I was stranded, playing the role of both nurse and entertainer. By day 6 I was having cabin fever because she didn’t want me to leave her alone for anything. 

Just when I thought the universe was done testing my limits, the Santa Fe recycle fashion show popped up on the horizon. Now, I love a good fashion challenge, but three nights to create a recycled masterpiece with a clingy, recovering-from-a-cold kiddo by my side? I wasn’t sure if I was up for it but I took it on because I knew how much that meant to her. 

I took her to all the locations she needed to pick up materials. She started working with glue guns, dog cones, paint swatches, letting her creativity flow.  By Friday evening we conquered the adrenaline-fueled runway. But, as life would have it, my throat started sending distress signals right after the final bow.

That following Saturday, I popped all kinds of homeopathic remedies and vitamin C. I couldn't afford to fall sick—not with my parents set to arrive from Spain in just a couple days.

And so began the month-long marathon of constant doing, going, and pushing through. I juggled classes, podcasts, I entertained my parents and the everyday chaos that life throws our way. I was a superhero, or so I thought, until the day reality smacked me in the face this past Tuesday:  My body screamed, "Enough is enough!"

It was a day like any other;  a class to lead, a podcast to record, and yet I knew I needed to stop. That's when it hit me—I needed to give myself permission to rest. The world wouldn't crumble if I took a step back, but my well-being just might.

Canceling plans isn't a sign of weakness; it's an acknowledgment of our own humanity. I listened to my body, and instead of plowing through the to-do list, I canceled, allowing myself the grace to rest without the weight of guilt. It was a new act of self-love, and let me tell you, it felt like a warm hug from the universe.

Now, with my husband back by my side, I can't help but reflect on the importance of knowing when to stop. Life is a dance, and sometimes we need to pause, catch our breath, and sway to the rhythm of self-care. It's not about quitting or giving up—it's about recognizing that we're not robots. We're beautifully flawed humans who need a moment to recharge.

Giving ourselves permission to rest is a radical act of rebellion against the hustle culture that glorifies burnout. We're not machines fueled by an endless supply of energy. We're beings of emotion, creativity, and connection. And just like any other dance, our moves need to include moments of stillness.

Rest isn't a sign of weakness; it's a badge of honor, a testament to the fact that we value our well-being. In a world that often glorifies the grind, taking a step back is a declaration of self-worth. It's a reminder that we deserve the same love and care we so readily extend to others.

So, here's to the dance of rest—a playful, inspiring journey from running on empty to giving ourselves permission to pause. May we all find moments to twirl in the embrace of stillness, recharge our spirits, and emerge stronger, wiser, and ready for the next beat in the rhythm of life. After all, the dance floor is ours, and the music of self-care is always playing. Let's not forget to dance to it.

To your prosperity and abundance!

Tania

PS: Next week, starting Wednesday November 28th through December 1st we will be hosting the Prosperity Summit based off of Napoleon Hill and Reverend Ike’s teachings. There’s an amazing roster of Speakers like the stars from the movie The Secret: Joe Vitale and Michael Beckwith and Mark Victor Hansen, co-author of the chicken soup for the soul book series… amongst many other visionaries. 

Just register here to be part of this amazing event!

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