I often feel like I am a creature of my mind, and that my body is here only to drag my brain and soul around. Or rather, my brain drags my body around. It seems as if everything I do is tied to thinking, and very little is tied to being. I will occasionally think about starting some body-oriented routine, like meditation or exercise, but it is very soon replaced with more brain-oriented tasks like reading or writing.
Thinking about it (my brain again), I’m actually disappointed in myself. When I do work with my body, like at physiotherapy, I feel good. The exercise and putting my body right makes my brain feel better too. For such a brain centered person, you’d think that would be enough to get me to pay attention to my body. Perhaps, and perhaps not. I need to do something though, so that my brain isn’t all that I am left with.