That feeling, where you can’t think yourself out of one more situation. Where no one else can tell you what to do, there is no room for any one else’s ways. Only your ways. And, the old ways don’t work.
An impulse toward new ways: listening, feeling, not knowing, being. At first it feels wrong, but it’s not wrong, it’s just unfamiliar. Things take time to feel familiar.
And then, you can’t remember how you survived, before including your heart.
Dancing with life.
Norma Van Horn