After being unable to sleep this morning, I transitioned to the couch. Lying there wrapped in a blanket, I crossed my arms over my chest in an effort to get as comfortable as possible. For a few moments, I rested. But with every breath, and with each passing minute, things felt heavier. For those minutes, I fully realized the weight of my own body – my chest moving up and down, my arms shifting slightly to accommodate the movement.
In between slow breaths, three things crossed my mind: