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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.


Freedom.


Presence.


No rush.


Just Being.

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