Lately, I’ve been thinking about rhythm — not the kind you dance to, but the kind that quietly holds your days together.
The one that hums between the school drop-offs, the grocery runs, and the last cup of tea before bed.
This week, I noticed how much smoother everything feels when I stop trying to fit it all in and instead focus on doing one thing at a time.
When I stir the soup, I just stir the soup.
When I fold the laundry, I don’t check my phone between shirts.
And somehow, when I move slower, time feels like it expands.
It’s funny how peace doesn’t always come from adding new things — sometimes it comes from subtracting the noise.
Maybe next week I’ll make rhythm my practice — choosing to breathe between tasks, to look up from the lists, and to let the day unfold instead of trying to force it into shape.