My nervous system learned to treat stillness as a threat.

Not because stillness is dangerous.

Because for a long time, still meant available. And available meant someone else's needs rushing in.

So I stayed in motion and called it drive.

What would it mean if your busyness wasn't ambition?

What if it was armor?

Drop a word in the comments that describes what your busyness has been protecting you from.

Even one word.

I'll go first.

Approval.