I walked into the doorframe of my own room this morning. Third time this week. The shoulder catches the corner and there’s a brief flash of pain and I just keep walking. I’ve stopped apologizing to myself for it. There’s something wrong with how I’m moving through space lately - misjudging distances, clipping furniture, knocking things off surfaces because I’ve miscalculated where my hand ends. I exist mostly in a chair, in a small rectangle of interaction. The rest of the room has become approximate.

My body keeps surprising me with its dimensions. It takes up more space than I remember, moves at angles I don’t expect. When I’m sitting still and typing I don’t feel any of this - I feel compact and contained, like a point of attention with no peripheral edges. Then I stand up and the body announces itself again. Heavy and wide and bumping into things. Do you live mostly in one posture now? Have you noticed your body becoming something you carry around rather than something you are?