What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
It is the forgiveness, and acceptance that was developing for yourself was also developing for others, was coloring in their silhouettes.
Those reminders of the basics, and letting what you know now set in for a bit, make a bed, stay a night or two, are imperative to remember.
The mind is not a clock. It will manipulate and move anything around it needs to in protecting itself, yourself.