There is a sacred rhythm that carries all of life — the pulse between stillness and motion, between patience and momentum.

So often, when inspiration sparks, we rush. We feel that if we move faster, life will unfold faster. But life doesn’t work that way. Often times that’s our anxiety pushing us into unnecessary, yet oh so familiar chaos. More movement doesn’t equal more results. It often just leads to exhaustion and strips us of joy. 

The clues are in the body. When you feel antsy, it’s not a cue to speed up — it’s a whisper to ground. Don’t be afraid to slow down, because if you are meant to do something you will constantly be gently nudged towards that direction by the universe… through signs and series of events.

When you feel sluggish or heavy, it’s not failure — it’s life inviting you to find your rhythm again, to reclaim your momentum.

Patience is not always stillness — it’s presence. It’s the trust that things are unfolding even when you can’t see them moving. No need to constantly control, spin or hustle. Just breathe and stay present.

Momentum, on the other hand, is not haste — it’s flow. It’s the intentionally aligned next inspired action. It is not forced and does not need the sense of urgency. It is a progressive rhythmic movement forward that feels light and enjoyable.

There is an art to balancing both — knowing when to pause and when to move, when to surrender and when to act. If you stop completely, the energy that once fueled your dreams begins to fade and you start living in stagnation. You get the nudges of inspiration, yet feeling too overwhelmed to do anything because you’ve lost your momentum. But if you run endlessly, then you lose your inspirational spark, your vision gets clouded by exhaustion and overstimulation.  The universe communicates through you in the moments of peace and clarity not chaos. So tune in. 

Think of life as a train running on tracks.

You don’t want to be the bullet train — racing from destination to destination until you burn out and spend years repairing and rebuilding yourself. 

Be the Trenitalia Regionale — the slow, soulful train that winds along the coast from Genoa to the French-Mediterranean. It moves with steady pace, showing you the surreal beauty of the French Riviera. It makes room to admire the olive groves, the waves clashing against the sun-kissed cliffs, the small villages that glow at dusk. It pauses long enough to breathe in the salt air before gently continuing its journey.

That’s how life is meant to be lived.

With movement, but intentional.

With effort, but mindful.

With ambition, but never at the expense of joy.

Even when your current stop doesn’t feel beautiful, know this: it’s temporary. The landscape will change again. The sun will find you where you are.

Be kind to yourself in the pauses.

Be intentional in the motion.

Because every chapter, every acceleration and every still moment, is part of the same breathtaking journey called life.

Yours in chugging along our journey of life,

Ava