What a Rush

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.



No rush.

Just Being.

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