Downtime is not only something to endure. It is something to value.

I remember the first time I realized I was treating sadness like a mistake. I had returned from dancing in cities where everything is bright and fast, where the roads are full of headlights and the days are measured by appointments. After weeks of dancing across Canada, I came back to my cabin, and the quiet felt like an accusation. My body missed the crowd, the smiles, the quick conversations…