I guess not many of you have had the chance to read this book yet (and admin can delete the post if you feel it's off topic). But when I read it last year this book really got me to reflect on how often we just say "I'm so tired!" not reflecting on what KIND of tiredness it is. The bad sleep, the afternoon dipp, the over-/understimulation, boredom, seasonal and SO many more.. Not reflecting on that different "tired" needs different solutions. So, my question for you is: When do you get tired? And what do you do about it?

Where do you keep your "High on Life" book? Is it in a book shelf? On your desk? Let's fill this comment thread with pictures of the book 😃

A small question for today. Sometimes a name is chosen for a simple reason. Sometimes we grow into it over time. Sometimes it carries a meaning we only discover years later. No pressure to go deep — just curious how your name and you first met. As for me: On the surface, I was named after a football player my father admired. But when I looked into the etymology later, the name opened up in unexpected ways. “Wolfram” — wolves and ravens — symbols of sentinel and memory, counsel and companionship. And then I learned it’s also element 74: tungsten, the filament inside a lightbulb. A nice reminder that names can carry layers we grow into over time.

What are your thoughts on the concept of focussing only on one task at a time and setting other things aside in our minds? Maybe even not listening to music or clearing other distractions...

Just read this and melted: A nurse placed the healthy baby next to her dying twin sister… and what happened next truly revolutionized medicine. In 1995, at a Massachusetts hospital, two premature twins, Kyrie and Brielle, were fighting for their lives. Kyrie was gradually getting stronger… but her sister Brielle was growing weaker by the hour. The doctors had already prepared the family for the worst: her heart was beating erratically, her breathing was failing, and no one thought she would make it through the night. Then a nurse, following her instinct rather than the protocol of the time, decided to try something no one else dared: she placed the two babies in the same incubator, skin to skin. What happened next left the entire neonatal unit speechless. The monitors began to change… Brielle’s breathing stabilized… her oxygen saturation rose… and against all odds, her little body came back to life. The nurses saw Kyrie slip his tiny arm around his sister, as if to hold her. A small gesture. A suspended moment. A phenomenon that medical records couldn’t yet explain. This simple contact between two lives linked even before birth not only saved a child… but also changed the way hospitals around the world now care for premature twins. Sometimes, the miracle isn’t supernatural. It lies in an embrace. In the warmth of a loved one.