We were never meant to move at the speed of machines.
But somehow, somewhere along the line, we were told we had to. That to prove our value, we had to outwork, outpace, and outrun everyone—even our own bodies.
This lie has worn us down.
Rest is not weakness. Rhythm is not laziness. Slowness is not failure.
Rhythm is resistance in a culture that commodifies exhaustion.
Rhythm is restoration for those of us carrying generational labor and leadership.
Rhythm is remembering who we are before the grind told us otherwise.
This month, I’m reclaiming rhythm. And I invite you to do the same.
Not as a productivity hack. But as a liberation path.
