The gift of nothing
Day 217/366 days Towards Self-Mastery.
Languid, lazy days of wistful bliss with absolutely nothing of importance to do except to indulge in the all-important art of simply being.
Conditioned into frenetic energy, hard work, forging forward, carving out a life as if the tiger was on my tail or the wolf at my door, it's taken everything I've got to calm the f*^k down and relax.
All that hard work ethic wires your nervous system to hype. Always on, always up, always on the go.