It feels as if everyone I’ve ever been, in every lifetime, has settled in, pulled up a chair and is leaning forward with their hands on their knees, watching, waiting and expecting the show to start. They are all smiling, knowingly… (Is this integration?) I don’t have the heart to tell them that the show has not even been picked, let alone begun.
What has been chosen (by the one writing this post) is perhaps the least effective; tension mixed with a bit of apprehension all rolled into illness. Self-absorption rules the day, and even typing these words feels like an extraordinary effort. So what gives? Continue reading