Return to Your Rhythm
By the second week of January, the shine starts to fade.
The first week is full of fresh pages and hopeful energy.
But then the inbox returns.
The routines tighten.
Life reminds you it’s still life.
And this is usually where we get hard on ourselves.
Where we start measuring: Am I doing it right? Am I behind? Did I already mess up my “new start”?
So I want to name something gently:
The middle is where real change lives.
Not in the first burst of motivation.
Not in the perfect plan.
In the rhythm you can actually keep — the one that holds you even when you’re tired.
This week, I’m thinking about rhythm as devotion.
Not productivity.
Devotion.
A rhythm is simply a way of moving through your days that doesn’t require you to abandon yourself to keep up.
And you don’t need a hundred habits.
You need one steady practice that says:
I’m still here. I’m still listening.
A small rhythm to try (choose one):
• A five-minute “arrival” before you open your phone in the morning.
• A mid-day pause where you drink water slowly and let your shoulders soften.
• A nightly question: What did I do today that I’m proud of — quietly?
That last one matters more than people think.
Because so much of what you do is unseen.
And if you never witness yourself, you start to feel like you’re disappearing inside your own life.
This month in The Threshold, the theme is Return.
And one of the returns I care most about is this:
Returning to your own witness.
Returning to your own voice.
Returning to the part of you that knows what’s true — even when the world is loud.
A few reflections for the week:
What rhythm am I forcing that doesn’t fit the season I’m in?
Where could I trade intensity for consistency?
What is one small practice that would make my life feel more like mine?
If you haven’t stepped into The Threshold yet, it’s open as a free member space.
The January member letter and prompts are waiting there — a longer, slower reading meant to meet you in the middle of real life.
Until next Tuesday,
Wendy
P.S. If you’re in a tender season, let your rhythm be kind. Kindness is not a delay — it’s the way through.
