Adjustments

I’ve been quiet for a few days. Nothing wrong — just not much to say.
And even now, that hasn’t changed much. Still, I know that letting thoughts move out of my head and onto the page usually leaves more space behind. So I write.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a little tired. I’m not entirely sure why, but I suspect it has something to do with how often my age has been drifting into thought and conversation. Not in a negative way — just present. Noticing itself.

That awareness probably needs adjusting. Or at least not feeding.

If thinking of myself as old can shape how I feel, then the opposite must also be true. Still, that doesn’t mean pretending. It just means being careful with the stories I repeat. Energy isn’t something you declare — it’s something you allow or restrict.

Today doesn’t need a label.
It doesn’t need to prove anything.

All it really asks is attention — to the body, to the practice, to whatever shows up once I stop deciding in advance how I’m supposed to feel.

I’ll start there and see what follows.