I'm Out

And yes, I see the irony

Hey friends,

As I sit down to write this newsletter, I have a raging upper respiratory infection — also known as “The Crud.”

The topic I had planned for today? Your body figured it out before you did.

The irony is palpable.

Here’s the thing. I sat down with every intention of pounding out another issue. My head is pounding back. I think I may have coughed up my left lung, and the words on the screen are fuzzy. My body has been shouting at me all morning — and here I am, trying to push through because it was on my to-do list.

Sound familiar?

We’ll talk about all of that next week — the signals we override, the memos our bodies send that we keep filing straight to spam, and what it costs us when we do. I have a lot to say about it. Apparently I needed a live demonstration first.

For now, I’m taking my own advice. Finally!

I’m curling up on the couch with Nugget and Blue and the silliest rom com I can find on Netflix.

Next week — the real version of this one. The one I actually intended to write.

Until then, rest when your body tells you to, y’all.

XO, Heather