Over the years we have been dying and...

Reborn over and over again. On this path, sustained stress does not pass through the body like a polite visitor who has a coffee and leaves. He settles in. It alters our sleep, increases our anxiety, changes our hunger, asks us for quick energy, inflames us, exhausts us and leaves us with that feeling of being making a lot of effort to see very few results.

I say this because there are days when one feels that our body has become, something like, a union that does not cooperate, does not negotiate and seems to have gone into indefinite unemployment.

And of course, one starts reviewing the week as a nutritional detective. Look at the plate of food, the breakfast, the snack, the extra spoonful in our mouth, as if there, the great mystery of humanity is hidden.

But many times the body is not responding only to what we eat. It also responds to how we live. And so, one thinks that he lacks more discipline, when perhaps what we lack is less internal war.

Less to live solving what is not ours. Less swallowing what hurts us. Less having to shoulder everyone's guilt, let alone function as if we were available to the entire planet.

The body does not separate as much as we think. He doesn't say, “This is emotional, this is physical, this is family, this is work, this is because of words." The body receives everything in an integral way. He keeps everything, and expresses it as he can.

After a certain chronological age one begins to understand that living lightly, and from simplicity is not only a matter of food. It is also a theme of peace, of limits, of rest, of letting go of responsibilities that should never have lived on our shoulders.

Sometimes we want our body to be like an orchestra, and the body is new, especially when one lives under chronic stress, one does not say *there is that wonderful opportunity to grow up eating for example a healthy light cake with the sadness of someone who once knew happiness by eating a cheese bread.

It's like being fighting with our body, but maybe what we need is to start listening to how our excess cortisol, elevates our stress, is the way our body is trying to say, or trying to shout something.

That's why I think that getting older should not be an exercise in nostalgia, but in reconciliation. To look back with compassion and tell each one of those beraions that have inhabited us...Thank you. You did the best you could with what you knew. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for continuing to walk until you brought me here.

For a long time I wanted to erase some stages of my life. Today I understand that, if I removed just one of them, a part of the human being that I am would also disappear.

Janitze 🌹