Soft Rhythm didn’t come from a book.
It came from my life reshaping itself after everything fell apart.
It’s not an aesthetic.
It’s not a trend.
It’s not about opting out.
Soft Rhythm is what found me in Santa Fe,
sitting on the sofa, eating junk food, laughing in a way I hadn’t in years.
It’s what showed up in Chicago
as I walked slow through a city that used to be hurried.
It’s what washed over me at the lakehouse
when my whole system finally loosened.
Soft Rhythm is a body-led way of living and working.
A returning to yourself after years of carrying whole worlds.
It asks gentle questions.
How do I feel.
What do I need.
What pace honors me today.
It’s clarity without pressure.
Action without urgency.
Productivity without punishment.
This isn’t softness as performance.
This is softness as wisdom.
Softness as survival.
Softness as truth.
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