Endigar 007
I lost a lot of sleep last night. Off time, little snatches of sweet freedom, it is just so hard to let go. I cling to every moment. But my attitude begins to sink when I sacrifice the power of dreams to release my unconscious stress. I shut the filing cabinet of gratitude and acceptance, in favor of the archive of past failures and projected fears.
For me, losing sleep is a sign of growing self-enthronement and diminishing self-manifestation. I stop trusting my place in the web of the universe. It’s really hard to let go.
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