Live and Create in Cycles, Not Hustles: Embracing Rhythms of Growth
We live in a world that rewards constant forward motion.
Produce. Perform. Achieve. Repeat.
And when you don’t?
You feel like you’re falling behind. Like you’re lazy. Like you’re wasting your potential.
But you are not a machine.
You are a living thing, and living things move in cycles.
Nature Knows
The Earth doesn’t bloom all year.
The moon doesn’t shine full every night.
The tide doesn’t rise without falling back.
And yet we expect ourselves to be endlessly creative, endlessly energized, endlessly stable — especially in caregiving, careers, or healing work.
But you were never meant to be linear.
You were meant to breathe.
To pause. To rise. To return.
To move through seasons, not schedules.
Your Body Knows, Too
If you menstruate, you live this rhythm monthly. If you’ve birthed a child, you’ve experienced creative and physical cycles that are vast and holy.
Even if you don’t, your body speaks in waves:
Energy → depletion → recovery
Desire → doubt → clarity
Inspiration → burnout → rebirth
To ignore this rhythm is to betray your own design.
In The Nest, We Honor These Cycles:
Creative cycles: Sometimes you’re overflowing with ideas. Sometimes you need stillness to refill the well.
Parenting rhythms: There are seasons of clinging, seasons of space. Seasons where you feel like yourself, and seasons you feel lost in someone else’s needs.
Emotional spirals: Growth doesn’t move in straight lines. It loops, returns, revisits. You are not backsliding, you are deepening.
Spiritual rest: There are times when nothing blooms. When your only job is to lie fallow and be held by grace.
So Let Yourself Spiral
Let go of the hustle graph.
Honor your season.
What season are you in right now?
Are you blooming? Resting? Shedding? Dreaming?
It’s all valid. It all belongs.
Growth doesn’t have to look like motion.
Sometimes it looks like rooting.
Sometimes it looks like staying still long enough to remember who you are.
You don’t owe the world a harvest every day.
Sometimes the most sacred thing you can do is lie in your Nest and wait for spring.
