I stopped eating in my car. I stopped eating over the sink. I stopped eating while scrolling.

Now I know it’s a filter.

There’s a word that gets thrown around a lot in wellness circles: Intake .

In their place? Gardeners, pottery makers, and poets.

I realized I had been confusing fueling with feeding . Fuel is rushed. Feeding is sacred. When I slowed down, I ate half as much but felt twice as satisfied. The bloating? Gone. The 3 PM crash? See ya later. We are afraid of quiet because in the quiet, we hear the whispers we’ve been drowning out with podcasts and playlists.