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My gut talks to me on a daily basis.

It tells me how I’m feeling. It acknowledges insults, picks up “bad vibes,” and generally tortures me into picking at what’s wrong in my life at any given moment.

I’m a big advocate of the gut.

Like today.

I’m taking the GMAT tomorrow and my conscious mind doesn’t seem too worried about it. Nevertheless, my tummy is in knots, clearly awaiting impending doom.

Or maybe I’m just hungry.

Sometimes that happens too. I’ll be having the most wrenching, gloom-to-end-all-glooms intestinal pains and then I’ll eat a banana and I’m okay.

It takes a well-honed body/mind connectivity to learn the difference. I think I’ve become quite adept.

I also keep a lot of bananas around.

My gut can be a nag.

Read the article that inspired this post at Slate.com.

I heart Slate.

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