I create a bowl of matcha with an intention of sitting down and enjoying slowly, peacefully, dreamingly. And then I remember how much I loathe sitting. Sitting sittING SITTING!
You are your worst enemy, who else?
"Mom!" jolts me out of sleep with a dozen reasons to fight against all in my head I heard my self-soothe: Relax, let go, guard down He just wanted to know I'm close
