I am a lass who is often in doubt.
I have a scribble on the wall immediately beside me.
It reads, 'when in doubt, write'.
I think I am in the process of creating a list.
A 'when in doubt' list.
So my second WID:
When in doubt, move.
Preferably out of the house, altho heavy garden work is regarded as out of the house. In this way, my heart quite literally remembers that it exists to pump blood around my body, that this enables momentum, which puts me in contact with the community that I live within. That sees me, for instance, stopping off at a local petrol station to borrow a spanner to tighten up my bike seat that sank gracefully as I rode down Charles Street. Possibly one of the odder sensations of my life.
