I am an inspector. I like to inspect. To question. To examine. To wonder. To analyze. To figure out why I am feeling what I am feeling when I am feeling it. Yikes, even that sentence is exhausting. I have realized that sometimes my internal inspection quickly turns into the equivalent of the spinning rainbow wheel on my Mac, the infamous beach ball of death. And I’m stuck. Stuck in my head.
So funny! And so true 😹😻
Every time I listen to my tiny compass 🧭 voice lately it is steering me away from talking, thinking,and reading ...less input... without time to just be quiet first. It is so hard to turn it around!