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Simo D's avatar

The idea of a system creating a problem only to sell us the solution really struck a chord with me, Karl. I recently wrote about this too, though in the context of footwear. Modern shoes often wreck posture, restrict movement, and mess with joint alignment. Yet the solution? “Barefoot shoes.” It’s wild. Especially now that I live in a place where “no shoes, no shirt, no service” isn’t a thing. Barefoot shoes? Just… take your frickin’ shoes off!

But that act—like rest—has been pathologized. No shoes? You’re a bum. Get enough rest? You’re lazy. In both cases, what’s natural and healthy has been reframed as unproductive or socially unacceptable. Creation, evolution, whatever you believe—it has already equipped us with what we need. These shouldn’t even be problems.

And just like the shoe problem, the answer to the rest problem is surprisingly simple: get more of it! Stop pandering to the systems stealing it from us. That’s been my quiet rebellion since leaving my construction career. I haven’t set an alarm in nearly four years—and I consider that a sacred privilege. (Granted, I have two toddlers who are alarm clocks, but at least they’re synced to the sun rise and pass out by dusk.)

I hope that they can carry that natural rhythm into adulthood. Living in Belize makes it more likely than if we’d stayed in Canada.

The thought of going back to alarms and artificial wake-up times honestly makes me shudder.

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Frances Denise's avatar

This was a really good read, Karl! Thank you for writing it 🫶 I’d like to share with you a poem I wrote a few months ago that shares in this sentiment 🙂 I am getting better at this whole rest and flow thing ✨

I am trying

To climb my way out

Of this

Uncanny place of

Near-depletion

Attempting to hold

Both frustration and self-compassion -

(And so many big

And little things, for that matter

From mundane tasks to

Multiple perspectives

My visions, fascinations

Creative ideas and

Everyone’s feelings)

I can’t seem to do

As much as I used to.

My mind feels so very full.

I find myself wondering

What it would feel like

To have this fog,

This heaviness, lift

And if I could ever truly touch

That space only wild children know

That space before we were taught

To feel guilt and shame

For clear rest

And pure play

Before it felt wrong to stay in bed

Or sit in the forest all day

I daydream of the sense of relief

That I’m sure would wash over me

After finally, one day - maybe today!

I would be able to successfully, lovingly

Quiet the voice of that slave-driving tyrant

That has taken rooted residence

In my mind

Goodness, wouldn’t that feel like

Sitting on the throne of peace?

Blissful, thankful that I’ve remembered,

Mastered

How not to wrestle with myself

To be so… sure-footed

And grounded

In my own presence

That I would never again

Let the Call of Productivity

Seduce me

Into a false sense of self-worth

A false sense of security

Have patience with me

As I inch closer and closer to

Breaking through

To the center

Where flow dances harmoniously

With a kind routine,

An honest discipline

The place where

I am enough for me

And my love is free

Whether I am bare

Or blooming

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