The Bill Comes Due on Super Bowl Sunday
28 Days of Asking: Day 8
Super Bowl Sunday. The game’s in a couple hours. Most of the country is gearing up for a party. I’m on the couch feeling like I’ve been dragged behind a truck.
It’s not one thing. It’s the accumulation. The week wound up with some indulgent meals, the kind that feel like celebration in the moment and something else entirely as the sun sets today. A few too many rich meals rolling into the weekend. Not enough hydration. Sleep that didn’t quite restore. And now my body is sending me the bill.
The boys are bouncing off the walls, completely in their own orbit. They’re not being unkind: they’re just eight and ten, living in that world where adults are background noise until they need something. Today it’s grinding on me. Every loud moment. Every interruption. Every time they barrel through the room without consideration
I’m cranky. I know I’m cranky. And I’m trying not to take it out on them.
Day 8: What is my body trying to tell me that I haven’t been listening to?
This is Week 2. We’re shifting from noticing to listening. And the first lesson is showing up whether I want it to or not.
My body has been talking for the last two days. Asking for better fuel. Asking for stillness. Asking for something green, something hydrating, something that isn’t convenience dressed up as comfort.
I didn’t listen. And now I’m short-tempered on a day that’s supposed to be fun.
There’s a version of me that would push through. Watch the game. Perform enjoyment. White-knuckle my way to bedtime and hope tomorrow resets things.
But I’m trying to do this differently now. I’m trying to catch the signal before it becomes a symptom. To hear what’s underneath the irritation instead of just managing the surface.
What my body is telling me: slow down. Put something better in the tank. Stop treating yourself like an afterthought and wondering why you feel like one.
So, what is my body trying to tell me that I haven’t been listening to?
Not what I wish it was saying. Not what’s convenient to hear. What’s actually coming through: in the fatigue, the tightness, the short fuse, the fog.
If you’re following along, maybe ask yourself the same thing. What’s your body been whispering that you’ve been too busy to hear? And what would it look like to finally listen?
I’m going to drink some water and try to be kinder than I feel. That’s my start.
