It’s not my mother’s fault. She told me to stand up straight. But after years slouching over my computer keyboard, I confess I am a “slumper.” A slumper who also is easily distracted and frets too much.

Because of that, I developed a recalibrating practice I call my “morning stand,” a way to engage my whole body to anchor my scattered soul as well as straighten my sagging posture.

In this disorienting year, we’re doing a good amount of spinning and teetering, but not much giggling or clapping. Many days I look more like the sour-faced, double-chinned, horned giantess behind the little girl.