I’m filled with anxiety. My head is spinning and my emotions are all over the place.
I need to write about the rest of my trip, but Miss Rational won’t let me write honestly right now.
Things are still confusing. It’s like my feelings are a big plate of stuck-together spaghetti strands, and I don’t know where to begin to sort them out and peel them apart. It’s just a huge messy glob.
My heart is full. It’s beating wildly and expectantly. But my brain is afraid and careful. It’s a battle, really, inside of myself. I tell them both to just calm down, and time will answer the billions of questions that keep running through my head like a stock market ticker tape.
But I do enjoy feeling. It’s so wonderful to have something to feel for, after all. Things are stirring… moving…
What’s the next chapter in this story?