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.
We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
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.
We are seldom aware of where we humans get our various fuels, our coolants, our spare parts, or when they need changing.
The mind is not a clock. It will manipulate and move anything around it needs to in protecting itself, yourself.
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.