When you are stripped bare and are so transparent you feel as though you have no skin.
When time is suspended and the world opens up to a new possibility that you could never have imagined.
When the scent of honeysuckle in the night air or the tender kiss from your child makes your heart feel like it will explode.
When these moments become part of everyday experience you know you are alive.
And you are deeply grateful.
I am deconstructing my entire life, ego, sense of reality at present. It’s both frightening and liberating. I feel as though every relationship, every role, every assumption I’ve made about anything is under attack by the part of me that seeks authenticity.
The hardest part of this process of self-discovery is figuring out what (or who) will be left when the dust settles.
That remains to be seen.