Like a red light at a junction
My body asked me to stop.
Fixated on those lights,
I didn’t turn on the music to keep my mind busy.
I didn’t find something to fiddle with
Or gum to chew.
I became hypnotised with the colour.
Glaring at me.
Angry at first.
Then soft, warm.
I turned my bathroom into a steam room,
Only focused on each laboured breath.
Because being present was all that mattered.
At the beginning, my monkey mind reminded me that This Is What Happens When You Overwork.
And then it forgot about that. About everything. And I was just “being”.
The week before, I’d told you all “I wish I didn’t overthink”.
And the universe had answered.
In my bodies sickness my mind found it’s detox.
And I am still again.
LYL xoxoxo