It’s amazing the first time you really examine your fears around your mortality and the fragility and preciousness of life. I was bitten by a dog 2 weeks ago. Like it or not, i was shaken wide awake by this scare, and feel like i don’t want to waste another minute being afraid of life. Or not taking the chances i need to take. Or not facing my fears.
This morning I woke up with a density of sadness cloaking me along with the haze of a rainy day.
I lay there, missing the old me … wondering where the days had gone, where I felt like an unstoppable energizer bunny of enthusiasm. Where optimism was effortless and had a life of its own.
Inner wounds. Triggers. Reactivity.
In our lives, I imagine many of us have experienced certain traumatic circumstances.
I used to often journal in my early 20’s that “it is a daily struggle to maintain my innocence in this crazy world.” Once we have our destination coordinates set, our arrival there is inevitable. Patience, patience … Virtue, Virtue