That conversation between the head and the body. Sometime during my late 30's I might wake and place my feet on the floor and start humming. That always started my engine no matter how worn down I was and it slowly drowned out the aches. I would stretch while the water was dripping through the coffee filter. I would quickly run through the tricky brain parts of the day- a roof pitch or stairs- and the physical parts. After a few cups (and a liter of water) I would ask my body if he was ready and he'd say something like, "good enough" or "let's do it". I don't miss that conversation because now chat about poetry etc. and I never for a moment want to return to that warrior like existence even though I loved it.
That conversation between the head and the body. Sometime during my late 30's I might wake and place my feet on the floor and start humming. That always started my engine no matter how worn down I was and it slowly drowned out the aches. I would stretch while the water was dripping through the coffee filter. I would quickly run through the tricky brain parts of the day- a roof pitch or stairs- and the physical parts. After a few cups (and a liter of water) I would ask my body if he was ready and he'd say something like, "good enough" or "let's do it". I don't miss that conversation because now chat about poetry etc. and I never for a moment want to return to that warrior like existence even though I loved it.