The honest tool

I think that constantly changing hotels, shifting time zones, and adjusting to different climates over the past few months have confused my body clock. When sleep falls apart, everything else begins to follow—my body feels unwell, and my mind grows foggy.

Whenever I’m sick, I notice how my priorities change. Illness is an honest tool—one that measures imbalance more accurately than any smartwatch ever could, a way for the body to remind us when we’ve been overworking or focusing on the wrong things.

I love travelling, but I’ve learned that the space between trips matters just as much as the journeys themselves.

Being unwell brings me back to my body. It makes me listen. I start to notice where I’m tense, where I feel heat or cold. Without getting sick, I might never have paid such close attention. So I thank my body for showing up to remind me—to help me care for it better before it’s too late.

Maybe success is simpler than we think. Maybe it’s just a good night’s sleep—because that’s the foundation everything else stands on.