Start with something
I don't know. I'm sitting here, with the timer on, some music playing in the background, I'm tapping on the keyboard, and I have no idea where I'm going with this.
I know I need to come back to this place of mine. Last few days, I felt like a boat adrift. This practice is my anchor.
But I don't know what I want to write about.
Not for lack of ideas, thoughts, or emotions. But because there are too many.
Like when you have to tidy your room, but there's so much mess that you don't know where to start.
Since the last post, it feels like a hurricane has passed through my little world. Some things are not where they are supposed to be, and some are missing. A few things are broken, and others have been liberated.
And I don't know where to start.
I know it won't go back to how it was. So, I'm not even trying.
Yet, somewhere I have to start.
In these cases, I believe anything would work as long as I move forward. Like when you have to start assembling a jigsaw puzzle from scratch. Just put one piece on the table, and start building up from there.
Here I am, back to my morning anchoring practices.
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