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Your Body Has Been Talking and You’ve Just Been Ghosting It.

You know that friend who only calls when she needs something?

That’s how most of us treat our bodies.

We ignore it when it whispers (“I’m tired”), roll our eyes when it nags (“drink some water”), and only start listening when it’s shouting (“why am I crying in then grocery store again?”).

Here’s the truth: your body always speaks first.

Your mind just takes a little longer to catch up.

Read more: How Your Body Speaks (and How to Finally Start Listening)

Let’s get one thing straight: colouring is NOT just for kids.

If you still think colouring is just about crayons and CBeebies, then my dear friend, pull up a chair, grab your finest felt tips, and let me blow your adult mind, quite literally.

We’re diving deep into the gorgeous, relaxing, brain-hugging world of adult colouring.

Yes, it’s a real thing. No, you don’t need to be “artistic.” And yes, it counts as self-care, meditation, therapy, and dopamine all rolled into one. Oh, and by the way, I just happen to have the perfect book to get you started, but more on that later.

Read more: Colour Outside the Lines (If You Want To): Why Adult Colouring Books Are Your Brain’s New BFF

The Energy You Can’t Ignore

Let’s get one thing straight, your body is not just a meat suit carrying your brain around.

It’s a living, breathing, buzzing ball of energy that knows more about your life than your to-do-list ever will.

If you’ve ever had a gut feeling, butterflies before a big decision, or that heavy as a brick feeling when something’s “off”, congratulations, you’ve already experienced Energetic Body Intelligence (EBI) in action.

You just didn’t know that’s what it was called.

Read more: What Is Energetic Body Intelligence and Why It Changes Everything

I was asked this question in a group recently, and let me tell you, it stopped me in my tracks. Not the polite, “hmm, that’s interesting” kind of pause. No. The full-body, stare at thewall, “bloody hell, who even am I?” kind of silence.

It wasn’t an easy question to answer.

Not because I don’t know myself (I’ve lived a few lives in this one, trust me), but because I’ve spent decades being someone. And usually someone for someone else.

Let me explain.

Read more: Who Am I If I Don’t Have to Be Anyone?