{{first_name}}, some names don’t just get spoken — they arrive.

His was one of them.

Nobu Matsuhisa.

That name deserves to be spoken with the reverence of a sacred temple… or a perfectly seared miso cod.

Because Nobu doesn’t cook.
He composes.
His knife doesn’t slice; it glides.
So quiet you can almost hear the precision.

You get the sense the air bends around him in respect —
as if presence itself decided to become a person,
and named itself Nobu.

Legend has it that he once turned down a Michelin star because it didn’t pair well with humility.

(That part may or may not be true, but tell me it doesn’t sound like him.)

Nobu has that rare, almost maddening ability to make silence feel loud.

You watch him plate a dish and suddenly question everything —
the rush, the multitasking, the half-warm coffee you call breakfast.

And Nobu? He’s somewhere in Japan —
pausing between breaths, letting the tuna breathe too.

When I queued up his Netflix documentary this weekend, I expected beautiful food shots and celebrity cameos (hi, De Niro 👋).

What I got instead?
A masterclass in restraint.

Between the quiet knife work and the slow rise of steam, I realized:
this — this is what true wellness looks like.

Not noise.
Not hustle.
Not a morning routine timed to the minute.

Just rhythm.
Humility.
Consistency.

When Nobu lost it all — his first restaurant, his savings, his confidence —
he didn’t spiral.
He waited.
He listened.
He learned.
And when he rebuilt, it was slower.
Quieter.
Softer — but stronger.

And then he said the line that sliced straight through my Type-A soul:

“You can’t rush good flavor.”

That’s the tweet, {{first name}}.

Because we do it, don’t we?
We over-stir.
Overthink.
Overcompensate.

We think we’re chasing success.
But really, we’re just adding heat to what needed time.

In a world that worships speed, Nobu reminded me:

Mastery — in business, in wellness, in life — lives in the quiet repetitions.
The ones that look like nothing, but become everything.

Watching him move in rhythm with his craft, I realized —
maybe that’s what we’re all searching for.
Not a faster path.
But a rhythm that gives back something sacred.

So this week, I’m asking (myself and you, too):
Where are you rushing what’s meant to evolve?
Where can patience feel powerful again?

Because rest isn’t lazy.
It’s leadership.
It’s how you sharpen the knife—without losing your hand in the process.

Inside The Glow Wellness Club, that’s the work we do—
slowing down, but somehow moving further.
Trading hurry for harmony.
Building something sustainable, one aligned choice at a time.

Because maybe the secret to living like Nobu isn’t about sushi at all.
Maybe it’s about remembering that the best things — energy, clarity, confidence — are crafted slowly.

With love.
With presence.
With the courage to wait.

So here’s to the women choosing patience over panic, mastery over noise, and presence over pressure — mastering the art of stillness before the world applauds the noise.

Nobu would approve. 🥢

With warmth (and an unreasonable craving for miso cod),

Genta

P.S. If you’ve seen Nobu, hit reply — I’d love to know your favorite moment.

P.P.S. If you haven’t, take it as your sign to slow down tonight. Pour some tea. Watch a man build an empire in silence. 🌿