Sun set sun body
Dear reader,
I am lost in the woods.
Spring is coming, and with it my inclination to be out, more external, more social, more spring—but this is not what’s really true right now.
I am letting everything die.
Shedding everything — who I thought I was, who I thought I wanted to be. No identities, no goals, no titles, no roles. Who am I underneath it all?
I’m in the void, the dirt, the soil, the compost of life — writhing like a worm, wet earth under my fingernails.
I don’t want to be anyone.
I don’t want to do anything.
I don’t want to wear all the hats required of me as a small business owner.
I don’t want to split my attention in a million different directions.
I don’t want to optimize anything.
I want to inhale. Deeply. And then exhale one million suns.