Music exists within the bounds of time -- rhythm, tempo, even rest. These patterns are what make a song a song. A rearrangement of these elements can morph into something new and brilliant, even if the original was your favorite. (Related: Ask me about that time I went to a Ms. Lauryn Hill show.)
I'm rearranging my own life in a way that creates more space for rest -- transforming the rhythms of my life, trading urgency for slowness (tempo), and improving habits so my daily doings have a bit more ease (harmony).
I really do feel a transformation, though it's small tweaks each day and not always smoothly. My hurried ways still creep in, but they are fewer and farther between. My spikes of antsiness aren't as common, and they are more noticeable. I can try to pause and consider what fear has been triggered, how to get back on pace. Awareness is half the struggle.