Totally underestimated the withdrawal. A couple of days ago I stopped drinking coffee, not because there’s anything wrong with it, but because I wanted to pay attention. I thought changing up my routine, my ritual, would cause something to happen. It has. An incredible headache.

This has been a week of trying to get out of my head – less thinking, more feeling.

A couple of years ago I took ski lessons for the first time, I wanted to become a teacher. I’d been a skier for four decades, and considered myself an ‘expert’, At the end of the first class, the instructor told me, “I’m not going to lie, you’ve got a lot of work to do”.

I grew up around big emotion – from warm hugs to flying dishes. I figured I had the feeling thing down. I cry in movies, I laugh hard at a good joke, and one could even say I’m passionate. But, I’m not going to lie, I got a lot of work to do.

Rationality often wins over empathy, I mean, I’m no Spock, but then again, I’m no Capt. Kirk either.

Someone asked me when I feel most myself, most authentic. Without hesitation I responded – on the dance floor. I lose sight of the logic and my mind takes a far backseat to the heart.

So, how does one dance when there’s no music?