Slow Down to Get Ahead: The Gift of Doing Less

I used to believe that the only way forward was through the hustle.
That success meant always being in motion—doing more, proving more, staying ahead by never slowing down.

But somewhere along the way, I started to unravel.
And I realized: I wasn’t really moving forward. I was spinning.

Motherhood, career, relationships, healing—so much of it had become performative. I was checking the boxes, burning myself out, and still feeling behind. Behind on the version of life I thought I should be living.

Slowing down felt terrifying. Like failure. Like giving up. But the truth is, slowing down saved me.

When I finally paused—really paused—I started to hear myself again. The real me. Not the voice shaped by productivity or comparison, but the one who had been whispering all along:
There’s another way.

Slowing down didn’t mean quitting. It meant reclaiming. Reconnecting. It meant becoming more intentional with my time, my energy, and my presence.
It meant healing my relationship with rest. With enoughness. With the lie that I had to earn my worth.

And here’s what surprised me most:
Once I slowed down, I actually began to move forward—with more clarity, confidence, and creativity than ever before.

I could finally hear my ideas. I could finally feel my joy. I could finally see the path that was mine—not someone else’s.

So if you’ve been caught in the swirl, believing that faster is better, I want to offer you this truth:
Sometimes, the most radical, productive, revolutionary thing you can do is… stop.

Breathe.
Walk away for a moment.
Let it be easier than you think.

You don’t have to prove anything to deserve peace.
And you don’t have to hustle your way into alignment.

✨ Ready to hear more?
Listen to this episode on The Good Daughter Society Podcast:
🎧 Slow Down to Get Ahead

We talk about what slowing down really looks like, why it’s so hard for “good daughters” to do, and how rest can become a radical act of self-trust.

XO, LB

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