The Body's Native Pace

You have a rhythm that belongs to you. Not the rhythm of the institution. Not the rhythm of the calendar. Not the rhythm of everyone who needs something from you by Friday. Your rhythm. The one your nervous system was built around before the acceleration began.

You may not remember what it feels like. That is not a failure. It is what happens when you have been running at someone else's pace for long enough that the original fell quiet.

This week, I want you to find one window, even thirty minutes, when you are moving at a pace that feels native. Not slow necessarily. Yours. The one where you are not pushing past yourself.

Notice what the body does in that window. Notice the quality of what comes from you when you are in your own rhythm. The thinking is different. The presence is different. The decisions are different.

The return starts there. Small. Specific. Bodily. The river is still running at its own pace. You are allowed to find yours again.

And when you find it: *imoka*. Arise.

— Job # Movement II — The Self You've Been Performing