Ever get that feeling of being right on the verge of something profound, but you’re not sure where to begin?
Yeah, me neither.
Things have been weird lately.
Having nowhere to go and only my core peeps to interact with in person has given me heaps of space to dive in deep.
Every morning, I meditate for an unspecified amount of time.
Right after I exercise (walk and stretch/yoga/pilates type stuff).
Some days I come up with things I want to shout from the rooftop. Other days I stare at the ceiling for ten minutes before I give up and text my man that it’s time to shower.
Sometimes I’m eager for him to ask how my morning went. Those are the times where something smart might have been brewing. (Like I have always valued being smart and being small. And I’m not ever going to be small. And that leaves me hanging precariously.)
This morning I recognized that the young adult experiences I had interpreted as, “this is how I learned not to trust” was actually supposed to be framed as, “this is how I learned to trust myself.”
Anyway, that’s not the profound thing – I didn’t say I had anything profound to share yet.
But I guess what I mean to say is that I’m back.
We’ll see how this goes.