Some days I go through life like a half-baked version of Cinderella. There’s promise at 8 AM, but by 11 AM my fairytale book is closed until further notice. In the background, that all-important clock keeps ticking forward, but my body is in a rut: sleeping, eating, exercising, resting, more eating, more sleeping and back again. And that Cinderella shoe? Taken by someone else altogether. Very much like the 11 AM dip in your energy levels, mine resembles a psychologically broken record: I keep finding out I am 100% present, but physically I’m not all there.