Almost one month sober

4:39 seems to be the hour. Anxiety wakes me and assures me that if I check email there will be something waiting for me there, for sure. Nothing. Oh, no, did I say email? I meant LinkedIn. Ok, let’s go. Nothing there either, of course. Except maybe there is something: a thought of warning.

The Sound of Silence

I wish I had lanterns to go out with, looking for myself, as Emily Dickinson was claiming to have. I look for lanterns in books, in podcasts, in new learning. In the few conversations I have with the few people who only listen, making no attempts to fix, pity or push me. The fog remains. And with it, the threat.

Reporting from the Messy Middle

To look at things as they are unfolding and say yes, this is what I am feeling right now and it scares me and I feel like doing anything to stop it and, by the way, I have no idea how all of this will turn out? Now, in my book, that is courage. So, as it scares me so, that is my sign that I need to try it.

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