Some notes on my brain

Miraculously, this is the first time this happened since we moved here over five years ago. In our previous home, I used to do this all the time. I’m sure about this, as I’ve documented it well.

Although painful, it was much easier in a Californian bungalow with flimsy windows to break into your own house. It might explain why my brain went into burglar mode the moment the door fell shut.

Speaking of my brain…

One of the reasons I picked yoga over Pilates, is that I thought the meditative component would be good for me.

I still have a long way to go.

With love,