You want to change your reality because on some level you already know this one isn’t yours.
You aren’t alone. This desire for change is real, and it’s universal. But, it’s a symptom.
There’s a thing that comes before the desire: the sensation. It’s waking up feeling like the day doesn’t belong to you. Running on a schedule someone else seems to have written. Doing everything “right” and recognizing that none of it came from you.
You feel it first thing in the morning when you wake up and want to hit the snooze button. You sense a bit of dread for the upcoming day. You get up when you realize you’ll get behind if you don’t.
Naturally, coffee becomes a necessity to carry you through. And lunch is an afterthought that you rush through, choosing the most convenient option.
The afternoon is survived through a caffeinated, sweet, or salty pick-me-up.
You feel a minor post-dinner relief about the day being almost over, but it’s mixed with a belief that there’s more to do, and a sense that there’s more to life than this. So instead of feeling relaxed and getting ready to wind down, you catch a second wind to try and ‘catch up with life’ until you pass out.
Here’s the truth about reality: it’s built from habit. And it’s built in time. Which means it’s changed in time. Not by wanting it harder, but in the hours you already live. And lunch is the first hour where you can feel the change take hold.
Here’s why lunch, of all things: it’s the one hour of the day that nobody else gets to claim. And the first place the grind lets its grip slip. It’s the hour your body already knows how to stop. You were hungry at noon, so you ate. The problem is, you did it standing up, scrolling, or reaching for the next thing, while the day kept running through you. So the grip never really let go.
I know this one cold. For over 18 years, lunch was the true center of my day, and that’s how my day stopped belonging to the grind and started belonging to me. It’s also how I didn’t get sick once during those child-rearing years, even when my kids were sick and slobbering on me.
But I won’t pretend that lunch did it alone. It was the first rung of a practice naturally stacked: morning sadhana before anything else, warm meals prepared with prayer/mantra, and two questions I ran everything through: does this come from love? Does this come from integrity?
The lunch was never the whole ladder. It was the first reachable rung.
Same alarm. Same hours. Different practice.
The morning alarm rings, and you write the first line before the day writes you.
Just like tasting food before deciding you need salt, you taste the morning before deciding you need caffeine.
You enjoy your warm, seated, on-time lunch without multi-tasking. You notice some internal shakes because you’ve habituated urgency. But you stay in control: instead of fighting it, you witness it with curiosity. Your nervous system shows you that not only did stopping not cost you anything, but it paid you: the afternoon without the crash. The 3pm cravings, non-existent. Naturally, your body pings you for an early dinner, setting you up for a lighter morning. Your 9pm is met with satiation, and you feel relaxed. The nod for sleep draws you in deeper than the pull from urgency.
Everything else that happens in between all that gets owned by you, because you’re no longer drowning in the noise. Instead of borrowing energy to take care of borrowed urgency, you listen to your body’s signals. And you move into a different reality.
Change doesn’t require a massive, complicated plan.
Nor does it require quitting your family, job, or city.
It begins by writing the first line when you wake up instead of letting it write you. And sitting down for a warm lunch, breaking the spell of the grind smack dab in the middle of the day when the noise is loudest.
Starting anywhere else feels like adding yet another wellness thing to your grind …because it feels performative.
The only change necessary is your attention to two things you already do: wake up and lunch.
Tomorrow morning, before you reach for the phone, before the coffee, and before the schedule writes your day, write your first line.
Mine’s this: still in bed, on my back, I breathe. I say a word to no one but me. As I get up, I hold warm water in both hands and say thank you for my life before I sip. Then bathroom, then meditation.
Your first line will be your own. What matters is that it’s yours, and it comes first.
Then, sit for a warm lunch, without your phone, and watch what your body does in the first 20 minutes when you stop rushing it.
That’s the whole experiment. Two moments you already have.
Same day, anchored. It changes reality.
Eat warm, breathe slow, keep a rhythm
—Savitree
P.S. Start with the lunch. If the shakes are loud and the afternoon feels different, the next rung is the morning sit.