This is something I’ve aspired to become, yet is a way of being that frequently eludes me.
I don’t understand why it does, yet sometimes find myself “waking up” after a period of continuity has made me fall into a mode of creative stagnation.
I will say, however, that I very much (I mean so much it alters my sense of internal safety) dislike missing work at my new job due to the difficulties of getting us moved out of my parents’ place and into independence.
It messes with my sense of purpose that I lost work and income, and this brings insecurity which capitalizes upon exhaustion from energy over-expension to begin tearing apart the fragile self trust that I’ve nurtured.
It becomes like being under constant assault by one’s inner critic, an embodiment of impressions received from any bad messaging imposed by others along life’s past journeys.
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