Last night, I sat up sleepless for ages. Sneezing, blowing my nose, hoping to get a clear enough passage to finally drop off. Was this an echo of an old emotional pattern? Resistance? Something else?
Turns out, I hadn’t replaced the furnace filter since February. Seems those fancy filters that say they’ll last “up to three months” poop out after five.
Love the big insights, but small victories are sweet, too.