I could just cry.
Really. I feel so damn emotional. The beauty and relief I feel is so intense. It’s a realization that all this stuff that I thought was mine to work out-that I mistook for work that I had to do- is actually just the body of the source seeking recognition.
You know it really reminds me of how crazy dreams get and then I realize that it’s the dream itself trying to get me to realize I’m dreaming.
It’s pretty much the same. I can’t see any difference.
I’m in a full fledged conversation with this reality. Like, I say something like what I would enjoy. Or what I would be terrified of. Or anything in that general descript. Afraid that my husband is hopeless and incapable-done, but you need to let go of that. Afraid of not making it on my own-have some time to yourself. And you can. Afraid of money, being derelict, unable to buy clothes or gas-you can. And you can have gratitude anyway.
I can have gratitude anyway.
It’s such an irony. Because it seems like as soon as gratitude comes in, everything changes.
Suddenly I see how everything-* and I do mean everything- comes together. Everything since that fated day on the Eighth of August, 2024.
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