My body feels aged beyond its years when I woke up this morning. A stiff with aches in the arms and chest is more than enough physical pain for me to shuffle across the kitchen floor and try to mend it with some tea.

It’s weird and uncanny that my body is so in sync with my thoughts and mental state. It is true when people say that when they look good, they feel good (or the vise versa); this can also be said when the reverse happens as well. when you feel tired or manic, the body reflects that, whole-heartily.

I think what’s happening right now is my body is telling me to relax. Slow down. My mind keeps over thinking and over analyzing at speeds faster than a bullet. So instead, my body is acting like I’ve been shot with a dose of reality, forcing me to stretch my muscles and my thoughts in a more pleasant manner.