The 'how the eff are you going to do all of this' train is trying to leave the station of my mind- destination: full blown panic attack. Chapter 2 is messy. Messy is getting tiring. I'm starting to feel like a compost. I'm getting scraps from others and not the savory bits... The bits they would have thrown out, but instead they're at least mindful enough to bring them to me so that I can digest them and turn them into something nourishing. I'm beginning to get indigestion.
I want to be so dazzling and dazzled that I require sunglasses.
Breathing.
Doing more of this.
Noticing more things like this in the world.
Proud of myself for this. I'm on my way. I need to remember every step, forward or backward is still movement and unless I'm digesting, sleeping or meditating, I need to keep moving... Just keep swimming.
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