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.
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.