The Beauty of Dead Week

Today, I learned the concept of Dead Week.

It's the limbo between Christmas and New Year's. Nothing happens. No urgency, no momentum, just a collective pause.

Not that work stops—it's just that nobody's pushing.

There's something fascinating about this global permission to slow down. The world collectively agreeing: this week doesn't count.

Emails drift in, but nobody expects a reply. Meetings get pushed to January. That urgent project? Suddenly, "early next year" sounds reasonable.

I've noticed something interesting: we all participate in this unspoken agreement. Even the "I'm always hustling" crowd goes quiet on social media.

It's not laziness or lack of ambition. It's just... time.

Time for nothing.

Time for whatever.

Time without a purpose.

Next week, we'll return to goals and resolutions and "new year, new me."

But for now? Nothing is perfectly fine.