To write again.

 Our ultimate/final/only real power to choose our perspective. How we choose to interpret an event.

Just type god damn it. Letters, characters, gkjhdfgkfdjgh lsdfkdf ieroepqpsd;lsdksld, jsut get it out, don't think or correct just flow, moving fingertips, clearing the block in my creative energy. God damn it clear it clear it clear it clear it clear it clear it clear it clear it  clear it clear it i dont know whats to come, just let it go, frozen, flow of consciousness, edit it later, oh god that's hard work, i dont wanna do it later, i wanna do what's easy now....channeling my consciousness, unconsciousness, collective unconsciousness, archetypes, facing my problems, admitting my problems, not wanting to face my problems, what are my problems?

Flakiness, avoidance, over-indulgence, lack of boundaries/limit-setting, lack of discipline/wanting to do hard uncomfortable things that are good for me (PM flossing, laundry, employment, going to appointments, "What I Love About You" letters for my loved ones).

Fear of letting go of thoughts...sometimes thinking itself is the issue, sometimes *it* can't be solved by thinking, the mode of energy/being needs to settle down into a different mode...physicality. It feels like the fear of death, of annihilation. It hurts in the body, it feels like despair, not-okay-ness, panic.

Is this enough writing? Did I do it? Am I there yet?