Why am I crying right now?
I feel like this is the time to put things in order before I fly away on my personal journey. Leaving the US feels like escape.
My body is saying rest, but my mind is saying, "rush, rush, rush, so you can put this behind you." I am listening to my body, but it is astonishingly hard.
Thank you, body, for speaking to me. I'm listening ... even when the message isn't what I want to hear.