Sometimes, most times in fact I think I think too much. My brain seems to dive right down between the weeds and starts looking for root cause, for an answer, a reason, the bigger picture, for the beginning. Sometimes, while in amongst the roots it is also up there in the clouds, happy, enjoying the freshness of each delicate moment. It is rare my head rests.
Listening to my body.
It’s not often that I would be waking from an afternoon nap, let alone on a Monday when I would ordinarily be at work. But today I listened to my body.
En route to work last Wednesday I found myself laying on the floor of the public toilets of a train station waiting for an ambulance. Yes, maybe I should have listened to my body a bit sooner.
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