The Plague of Doom took me out for nearly a month, cracking a rib in the process (yes, coughing can apparently do that). But somewhere between the laryngitis, pink eye, and ugly crying, I realized: this was a gift. When your body forces you to stop, it reveals things you’ve been too busy to see. What if we didn’t wait until we were sick to rest? Let’s talk about the unexpected lessons of forced stillness.