Some weeks sink heavier than others.
Even waking up feels like a task you didn’t sign up for.
You want to lie down, speak to no one, and just quiet the noise within - to untangle your thoughts, to rest, to rediscover the light you’ve misplaced.

You ache for ordinary days, for stillness, for a brief calm amid the storm of thoughts that never seem to rest.

I find these weeks showing up more often as I get older.

There are aging parents and goodbyes you’ve already lived through.
Children growing, friends fading, routines shifting.
Life keeps expanding and contracting at once - more love, more loss, and the quiet acceptance that both now coexist.
You begin to understand how fragile everything is, how quickly life rearranges itself, and how heavy it can feel to hold it all together.

You’re no longer that bright-eyed version of yourself, always chasing what’s next.
Now you look back and think, those were the good old days - I just didn’t know it then.

When life feels that way, I don’t force motivation. It’s not there, and pretending doesn’t help.
Instead, I go back to something simple: the 10-Minute Rule.

The rule is this: just move for 10 minutes.
Run, walk, stretch - anything. No pressure, no goals, no watch.

It’s not about distance. It’s about direction.
You’re not chasing performance; you’re trying to shift your energy.

Most days, those 10 minutes turn into 30.
Some days, they don’t.
But every time you show up for those 10 minutes, you remind yourself that you’re still in motion, still trying, still here.

The 10-Minute Rule isn’t really about running.
It’s about finding small pockets of light in dark weeks.
Because sometimes, all it takes to move forward is 10 minutes.

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Lavanya