Perhaps it is because I was reading about Heidegger last night – and actually understood, and responded to, the simplest possibilities of the ideas of being and authenticity.... or maybe it's just that it is Saturday. And maybe it's just that I finally changed the bedclothes from the heavy winter comforter to a light summer cover (I should have done that a month ago... and I always notice how much it changes my sleep, and body's energy).
In any case, a lot of the tangled minor preoccupations that pull me down seem to be coming from a greater distance. They aren't gone – I woke to the same stomach pains I've had for weeks now, and the same (or nearly the same) ungainly exasperation at my aging, less than healthy body – but they seem almost summed up, reduced in scope to something distantly remembered, and frankly not terribly important. A valuable place to be: that detachment is what I clearly need to move forward into anything at all....
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