I’m a very good listener. #brag
It seems as though my friends tend to choose me to tell their problems to and ask me for advice. My living room has seen a lot of boy drama discussions and bottles of wine (or vodka).
I love that my friends come to me for stuff like that (and I do my fair share of complaining and bitching to them, believe me!). I like listening to them.
Recently, I’ve taken listening to a different level. My iPhone still goes off consistently with texts from my girlfriends (and the occasional lost guy friend), and I listen away. But lately … I’ve been listening more carefully to my body, too.
I’m usually pretty good at that. But I just feel like I’ve been more in tune lately. Does that make sense? My body is running the show.
I know this because … I didn’t set my alarm on the weekend. And slept until 11AM on Saturday and 11:30AM on Sunday. Granted, I had later nights. But I usually force myself to get out of bed and get the day started, regardless of what time I hit the pillow. My body wanted more sleep, I gave it more sleep. And you know what? I still got everything accomplished that I wanted to.
I know this because … I’ve been hopping on the treadmill and just going until I want to stop. I never do that. I’ve been pushing myself all over the gym, because my legs just want to keep running and my arms want to keep lifting. Feels great.
I know this because … my chin is covered in acne. Yes, my body truly is in control ugh.