My body is in a state of perfect and harmonious balance.

Stand still on one spot and your ankles never actually stop moving. Dozens of tiny corrections a minute, too small to feel. Standing is not a stationary activity; it is a fall that keeps getting interrupted.

Balance turns out to mean that everywhere. Temperature swings and is pulled back. Blood chemistry drifts and gets hauled into range while you queue for coffee.

Nothing about it is still, which is worth knowing on the days you feel wobbly. Wobbling is what the system does. Being corrected is the state, not the exception.