I have this underlying sense something fundamental within me is shifting. Like my soul took off running after something and left my brain behind. I tend to make mini mental road maps for myself that help me make sense of where I am in life. It gives me a pocket size illusion of control and safety. However, I am not consciously initiating this mental rug pulling and cannot find myself on any known map. So I’m just over here doing life stuff feeling like total goo (you know how a caterpillar turns into goo in its chrysalis and then reassembles itself into a whole new creature??) Be the goo today, Self.
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