This Here Now

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When I try to propel myself to participate in social media, I just think NO.

Why? Some things I want to say have already been said. Literally today, i read a Hemingway quote compressing an entire post I wrote, and I felt validated about redundancy.

I.just.can’t.

And yet, I’m physically engaged. My dreams are so intense and real and tangible and intuitive. My conversations explain, answer questions, intrigue, deliberate, and help heal -hopefully.

Everything else is noise. The external behaves matter-of-factly, thus is closed to listening or negotiation.

And so, I can only be in my watching and waiting mode. Still.

I want to believe I’m building up a new momentum, but I don’t want anyone reading this to anticipate. I want to believe I will finally come to tell my stories.

I don’t know. You don’t know. We are play acting our way through this.

A fascinating time to be alive.

 

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