What happened to my equanimity? Maybe it was lack of sleep or lack of food or the state of the world or just the state of my mind. Whatever the reason, I woke up sour. No magnanimity. No tranquility. No lucidity. A little frigidity. A little lividity. Feeling undesirability invisibility puerility absurdity sterility viscosity. Life’s unreliability impenetrability incomprehensibility. Moved to immobility.
If this resonates, I’d love to hear from you. A comment, a share, or even just a like goes a long way. Writing into the silence is its own practice, but knowing the work lands makes it easier to keep showing up.
I know the feeling! <3
Sorry you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Nevertheless, your facility with words brought a smile to my face. Thank you, Kathleen