I find myself in a space where my natural rhythms and instincts feel out of sync.

Like I’m leaning forward into something rather than letting it unfold and meeting it in its own time.

That tension sits heavy, almost like my body or mind is signaling a need to pause, even as my will urges me to push ahead.

I will sit with the tension for a moment without trying to resolve it.

Maybe I can sense whether it’s urging me to act—or simply asking me to listen.