The Body Voted Before You Counted

The nausea was real.

I kept calling it stress, coffee, the month, the particular difficulty of the case I was carrying. I had eight explanations and none of them were wrong and none of them were the truth.

The truth was simpler and harder: my body had already made the decision my mind was still negotiating. It had been voting for months. I just refused to count.

I am not asking you to act on every physical signal you feel. The body is not infallible and the gut does not hold a medical license. But there is a difference between a random symptom and a pattern with a location, a trigger, and a clock. Yours has been keeping time. You may not be ready to count the ballots yet. That is fine. But I want you to know the election has been running longer than you think.

The next chapter is about the things we keep almost-done. I think you know the one I am talking about before I name it.

— Job