Not Hustling, Just Honoring

I used to think momentum came from effort.
From urgency. From the grind.

But lately I’ve been learning something quieter:

That there’s a kind of movement
that only shows up when you stop chasing it.

This week I sent out seven messages to old connections.
Not because I was desperate —
but because I was ready.

Ready to be seen again.
Ready to be real again.
Ready to stop barking up the wrong trees
and start planting new ones.

One of them wrote back.
He was living in a cabin in the woods.
No work, no support, just bitterness and heartbreak.

And all I could think was —
“I’m so glad I reached out.”

Because no one should have to feel invisible
when they’re still alive inside.

So no, I’m not hustling today.
I’m not refreshing job boards every hour.
I’m not pretending I’m okay when I’m not.

I’m just honoring the process.

Drinking warm Sol Milk.
Watching the doves fly past the window.
Trusting that if I can stay in rhythm
with myself,
then the next right thing will find me.

— D