I’ve been tired the last few days. And despite living in the always tired, sleep later culture that we do — it’s not that common for me. I take care of myself. I sleep well. Eat well. I’m not usually tired.
I’m reading a book right now (Lost Connections by Johann Hari) that recounts a story of the author in a hospital with what he thinks is food poisoning. He is outside of his country and asking for anti-nausea medication.
The doctor tells him something interesting. He says, “You need your nausea. It’s a message. We must listen to the message. It will tell us what’s wrong with you.” I reread that a couple times. We need our _______. It’s s message.
So often I try to mask feelings. Fix them. Physical or emotional. Instead of just listening. Letting them lead me into myself instead of further away. It’s all a message. And I’m trying to listen more.