I try to feel my blood moving

There's a feeling I know well. I'm all over the place. Stressed, or scared of what's going to happen.

Thinking more has never gotten me out of it.

So I sit down and I try to feel my blood moving in my veins. In my legs, in my arms. Like the movements of water.

One minute. Sometimes more.

I do it anytime. I even do it while I'm talking to someone, and my ideas get clearer.

Other people use cold water, or a heavy blanket. This is mine.