My fear tells one of two lies:I will lose something I think I have,orI won’t get something I think I want. Two stories. Different details. Same …
When the Story Stops Matching Reality
There’s a point where the story I’m holdingstarts to separate from what is here. What is really happening. It still makes sense in my head. Despite …
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Judgments Are a Part Of
My judgments don’t come out of nowhere. They’re part of something. Part of a story I’ve told myself. About what’s right. What’s good. What’s true. I …