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The thing is, you don’t get to bargain with life. You are not allowed to say, “Okay, this far, but no farther.” I mean, I guess you could say that, but it ain’t going to help none. You make what room you can to accommodate whatever new conflagration arises and still maintain some hold on what you believe matters to you most, what’s inviolable, and you draw the line there.

Unfortunately, this just serves to make your foolishness stand out in starker relief.

You best get out the way, cause that line is getting crossed.

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I don’t know. I guess that a good measure of pain accompanies every necessary transformation. We want things how we want them. We want control, we want a voice, we want something done! But maybe a large part of that pain is from fear and resistance. Nothing new there.

Still, it feels like a revelation when it’s happening to you.

Don’t it.

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So, opening to it. Rolling with it. And keeping your eyes open for the slim little gap of daylight you might be able to jam into and pry open, so you can breathe for a minute while you try to think things through.

It’s something to shoot for.

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I feel so damn crazy right now. That storm just keeps building, the dark clouds scudding lower and lower, all charged up with electricity and the sky gone dark green and a thousand miles between you and the nearest shelter.

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“Stahm’s a-comin'”



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Namaste.

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