My partner and I are sensitive, excitable folks. We are just wired that way. It is always a struggle just to keep on an even keel. Not actually sure it's possible. We have our days of blue skies and golden sunshine, and then we have those days of turmoil & hurly-burly. One step forward, two steps back. It's always a herky-jerky dance thru our days.
Everything counts, everything is connected. Living in this Universe is a PTSD-evoking kind of thing. We wear the trauma and drama in our bodies. There are the great & grand Universal fuck-ups and tragedies, and there are the personal, closer to home ones too. It's all so turbulent.
Chaos. It's built into the fabric of our lives. "Chill the fuck out." It's our latest, go-to mantra.
