The restlessness that won't sit still long enough to be named.

The restlessness that won't sit still long enough to be named.

It's not that something is wrong. It's that something is asking — and you haven't figured out the question yet.

That ache in your legs at 2 PM. The way your fingers hover over the keyboard and then don't land. It's not laziness. It's not fear.

It's your body, trying to tell you something your mind hasn't learned to translate yet.

Maybe the answer isn't to push through. Maybe it's to sit with it for one more breath. 🌿