How honest am I willing to be?

I see it in motion: the need to move out. To get my energy moving. To not do so keeps me stuck. Here. In this (all too familiar) place.

And when the body needs it’s rest, than things can get complicated.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself right now.

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