Back in August I almost died. Spent months bedridden unable to “do” anything but moan in pain. I didn’t have the energy to read, write, or even watch TV. Suddenly I found myself forced to not do anything. Such an uncomfortable feeling. I had disciplined myself to be in a constant state of motion and now I had no choice but to be still. I’d been aware of this tension for a while but it was the first time I had the luxury to confront it. I feel a kinship with this piece. Thanks for sharing.