Internal Perspective Check

Lately, just when I am inclined to get bent out of shape about some minor (or major) irritation, it's like there's someone poking me, reassuring me, "Hey man, don't freak out, we're cool." The poke is coming from MY UTERUS. Where there is a person living.

The sensation never stops being a weird, delightful reminder that it's what's on the inside that counts.