Daylight Savings hits this Sunday. That magical time when we all lose an hour of sleep and gain an hour of confusion about what time it actually is.

I was watching my three runner ducks negotiate territory with our two resident ravens, yesterday. The ravens kept moving their shadow to block the duck’s path. Power move. The ducks were not amused.

Got me thinking about how we do the same thing with time. We literally move the shadows around twice a year and pretend it’s perfectly normal.

But here’s what I think about “springing forward.” Sure, it’s about losing sleep, but it’s more about disrupting your body’s internal rhythm. Your natural timing.

Our bodies aren’t digital clocks. They don’t just reset with the push of a button. They’re more like ancient sundials that have been tracking the real movements of light and dark since before calendars existed.

So what happens when we suddenly tell them “just kidding about that sunrise time”?

Your nervous system gets confused. Your intuition gets fuzzy. Your energy levels play hide and seek. It’s like someone rearranged all the furniture in your house while you were sleeping, but insists nothing has changed.

I’ve noticed this pattern for years. In the week after DST, a lot of clients tell me they missed more signals than usual. More miscommunications. More moments of being slightly out of sync with themselves.

That brilliant insight you were about to have? Delayed.

That perfect timing for a conversation? Slightly off.

That deep knowing about a decision? A bit harder to access.

It’s temporary, sure. But it’s real. And just to make things extra interesting, next week brings another wave of communication hiccups and technological gremlins. Because apparently March decided we weren’t confused enough already. Perfect timing, universe. Slow clap.

So be gentle with yourself this week. Your body knows what time it really is, even if your clock is gaslighting you.

And maybe use this artificial time shift as a reminder: Modern life loves to convince us that time is controllable, adjustable, manipulable. But your soul operates on a different clock altogether.

One that can’t be legislated or rescheduled or optimized for economic productivity.

If you’re feeling a bit off next week, it’s not just you. It’s your ancient wisdom rebelling against a very modern delusion.

I’ll be over here, giving my body permission to know what time it actually is,

Jonni

P.S. Oh, and if the time change throws you more than usual this year, there’s wisdom in that too. Often our sensitivity to these disruptions is actually showing us how connected we are to natural rhythms. That’s not weakness. That’s awareness.