Back in college, that was a really good thing.
The rush of exhilaration, excitement, euphoria.
67 years into this game, daily life is a whole different rush.
Instead of an adventure into something fresh and new.
This rushing feels like being swept down a torrential river during monsoon — all kinds of debris — shoulds and have to’s crashing into me.
Now euphoria is in the slowing WAY down.
To the level of mystery and wonder.
It’s super quiet, spacious, and open.
In a body habituated to a cortisol level of full alert, conscious slow deep breaths call attention to the portal to release.