Today, my mic served as my therapist.
I was reckoning with feelings that came up after my meditation.
I am embarking on a big project where each stage feels like a miracle.
The goal feels so close but as far as Pluto.
And that distance makes me antsy. The perception of time brings up the spirit of lack, making me think I must accomplish all of it now.
My Costar horoscope proclaimed that I am embarking on a lonely journey.
I rebuked it at first.
But the more I explored my thoughts, I began to understand the type of loneliness I will feel along this journey.
It’s a longing for something I can touch consciously, but not physically. Not completely.
It’s what I imagine it must be like to feel a child in the womb.
There’s a myriad of feelings I am experiencing now.
They’re new and colorful.
They’re uncomfortable and suffocating.
And in simply feeling and witnessing, I am able to go beyond the literal and experience something beyond the here and now.
