I don’t know if it’s my body’s way of processing this past week, or the first signs of the sickness my daughter had been spreading around the house, but today I feel heavy, slow and sleepy. I gave up on going for a jog. I may give up on my walk as well, or shrink it down to a stroll around the village pond around sunset. I had to go to the library, but the thought of biking felt like too much, so I walked.

I feel heaviness at the back of my head, around my nose and jaw, my arms and legs. I don’t like the idea of getting sick, because it will come with the imperative of rescheduling meetings and the next therapy session. Still, whatever the cause may be, I decided to lean into the way I feel. To embrace the heaviness. To lay back literally and metaphorically. To learn whatever it is I need to learn. To treat myself with sleep, slowing down, doing nothing and tangy herbal tea. To rest.