Well, I ended up going to bed “early”, which is before midnight.
Sleep was sweet. Dreams processing whatever was there. Flux capacitor… fluxing.
The knot in my chest resolving almost as soon as I noticed it.
This morning there was some confusion, a feeling that “surely it’s meant to be harder than that?”
Imposing that “world wise” morality on myself sucks.
I am happy that Kuba and Henry seemed to know exactly what to say!
I was pretty vague, posting phrases hoping something was reflecting what the heck is going on!.
(For all those who never post, but are also struggling; give it a go!! It’s a golden age in actualism history to have so many people with genuine intent posting these quality responses).
The whole “world wise” identity, is extremely precise.
It also frees me up to have a name for it.
I was actually reflecting last night on something similar, a verse from the bible that prophecized what the Messiah would be like; “A Man of Sorrow”.