Aekta Bandodker

Discovering Radical Self-Acceptance with Somatic Tracking

I lay awake as the minutes changed to hours and the hours moved up the number scale—11, 12, 1, now I'm at 4 (wow!) 5… Something was different. I wasn't struggling with my insomnia. Instead, I noticed myself looking at the time and then going back to whatever I was doing, as if the numbers were just a mundane shade of beige on the wall—something that was always there and would always be there, but not a significant factor in my actions.