It’s about time I sat down. Something soft, something comfy, something freeing. Too long I’ve been standing. Unable – and unwilling – to recline. To rest. To loosen. After all, how dare I do something so radical as simply: stopping. Pausing. Taking a breather.
In… Out….
Now my mantra is changed. I force-stop. Force-rest. Force-reset. In the hopes that it will retune my grey matter to what really matters. Me.