NOT how the body works

Not How the Body Works

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We like neat little boxes.

"Three meals a day."
"Eight hours of sleep."
"Show up. Be consistent. Push through."

But here’s the thing:
That’s not how the body works.

Hunger Comes and Goes

Some days you wake up ravenous. You eat with the urgency of a starved wolf. Other days, food is just... there. No growling belly. No desire to devour.

We’ve been sold a narrative that we must eat at specific times or else—what? The metabolism monster will get us?

But since the beginning of time, we've eaten when there was food. Feasted when we had it. Fasted when we didn’t. This is our design.

We ebb. We flow. We adapt.

Energy is Not a Tap You Leave On

There are days when you could build an empire before breakfast. Your fingers fly, your mind sizzles. And then, there are days when even brushing your teeth feels like a summit attempt.

We shame ourselves for the latter. But it’s not laziness. It’s a signal.

Rest is not the reward for productivity. Rest is the birthplace of it.

Your body and brain are refueling. Recuperating. Retuning. Burnout doesn’t come from resting too much. It comes from ignoring the cycle.

Creativity Has Seasons

You are not a machine. You are a forest.

And like all forests, you have seasons:

Spring: Ideas bud.
Summer: Creation flourishes.
Autumn: Harvest what you’ve built.
Winter: Still. Quiet. Recharge.

Creativity is not meant to be squeezed from you on schedule. It’s meant to bloom when the soil is ready.

The Myth of Consistency

We worship at the altar of consistency. But consistency in the wrong context becomes tyranny.

It’s not about doing the same thing every day. It’s about showing up with awareness of what your body, your brain, your soul needs that day.

Some days that means doing. Other days, simply being.

Train the Cycle, Not the Schedule

The real skill isn’t rigid discipline—it’s attunement.

Learning to recognize your hunger, your tiredness, your sparks of brilliance and your moments of stillness. It’s a muscle. A pattern. A cycle.

One worth honoring.

So next time someone tells you to “just be consistent,”
Smile kindly, and say:

“That’s not how the body works.”

And keep flowing.

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