My sleep has been fragmented ever since Saturday’s meeting. I’m trying not to read into it too much and not beat myself up for being silly after one date. It’s really easy for me to feel something off in my body and wonder if it means something is wrong. Of course my brain is catastrophising, telling me that I’m in a lose-lose situation that’s going to end badly and I should run before I get hurt. I might actually go for a run today. It’s about time I start, it’s been a goal for ages. I spent a lot of time in the past ignoring when my body telling me something was off. I think I’m scared of doing that again. Just because I feel a certain way, doesn’t mean things are that way.