in order to do anything worth doing (i know that’s a big statement), i’ve had to die to a particular idea of who or what i am.
leaving a respectable, lucrative career.
having kids.
traveling in any capacity away from my home/sanctuary of familiar.
every experiment has required a leap out of the known-world nest and into the vast mystery.
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a practice of being at ease or at least being on okay terms with the anxiety that comes with uncertainty is necessary.
leaps that are fully traumatic and triggering to the sympathetic nervous system reveal all kinds of things, but might not be sustainable.
staying in full ease, where nothing ever happens is a life of avoidance.
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part of dying right now includes giving myself the freedom to write down fragments of thoughts here. nascent idea-seeds first must be planted in order to grow.
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