My body communicates what it needs to me and I trust and adhere to it each and every time.

Three in the afternoon and the body wants biscuits. Sometimes it genuinely wants biscuits. Sometimes the actual request was ten minutes outdoors, or water, or the end of a conversation you have been in since eleven.

Signals arrive garbled more often than anyone admits, which is why listening is closer to a skill than to a receiver being switched on.

You don't get it right every time by trying harder. You get it right more often by having guessed wrong a hundred times and remembered a few of them. That builds on boring afternoons, not dramatic ones.